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Overreaction Mondays: The Replacement Refs Era Comes To An End (Hopefully)

“I think it’s getting to a point where it’s pretty horrendous, and it’s an embarrassment.”—Drew Brees

1) 1972 Gold Medal Men’s Basketball game.
2) Armando Galarraga blown perfect game.
3) The Monday Night Football Replacement Ref game.

What do all of these games have in common? They make up the top three biggest travesties in American professional sports. The first cost the United States a Gold medal against the Soviet Union the height of the Cold War, the second was a downer for everyone in baseball, and the third will go down as the moment Roger Goodell was finally caught with his pants down. Between the NFL’s concussion cover-up, Bounty Gate (which is looking more and more like Goodell’s Bounty Hunt), and the Replacement Refs Era, Goodell may be on the worst streak of any American sports commissioner ever.

Going into the season, I honestly didn’t think much of the Replacement Refs. Peyton Manning, the non-Quarterback controversy with the Jets, and Chad Johnson’s wife were the only big training camp story lines, so I chalked up any qualms about the Replacement Refs to a slow news cycle in the NFL. Just good ol’ sensationalizing by the TMZ faction of the sports media. [Editor’s note: Greg warned all of us of this impending doom during Week 1.]

The old refs were pretty bad, so how bad could their picket-fence crossing counterparts be? After all, we spend hours upon hours every weekend lamenting their calls, and claiming that we can do better. This is a job that apparently any fan can do better, right? The Replacement Refs, however, are so bad that it actually somehow puts the old ones on a pedestal. This is the only instance in sports history (to my knowledge) that the regular officials of a sport, who are generally despised and blamed viciously (and often unfairly), are actually being revered, held to a higher standard, and genuinely missed. After the infamous Ed Hochuli call in 2008, I didn’t think that NFL officiating could get any worse, but it did.

It took three weeks, but the Replacement Refs finally blew a game. It’s not like there were a few bad calls that may or may not have actually influenced the outcome of the game. Wins and losses are created throughout the course of the game—it’s usually impossible to seriously chalk it up to one play and say the game was won or lost there. Coaches never ever point to one particular play as the reason why a game was decided. But in Roger Goodell’s NFL, we can finally point to one play.

On the last play of the Packers-Seahawks game on Monday Night Football, Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson threw a hail mary into the end zone. A touchdown would win them the game, and anything else would end it in favor of the Packers. Seahawks wide receiver Golden Tate shoved Packers cornerback Sam Shields to the ground (no offensive pass interference was called), and Packers safety M.D Jennings caught Wilson’s pass for an interception (he should’ve swatted it down though). Tate fought with Shields for the ball, but it looked more like Jennings caught the ball and Tate caught Jennings. It was a clear incompletion on the field, and even clearer in replays. That was Jennings’ ball.

And then this happened:

One official signaled for an incompletion, and the other signaled for a touchdown. The next time the old refs head to the bargaining table with the NFL, all they have to do is slip Roger Goodell this photo in a manila envelope, and he’ll cave. That one snapshot is the defining moment of the Replacement Ref Era in the NFL—the moment two officials called the game the opposite way, and ultimately got the call wrong, even after reviewing the touchdown. Not only did they look foolish making the call on the field, but they even got the call wrong after having a chance to correct it. This is exactly why they NFL added automatic reviews for every touchdown scored. A safety-net was put in place by the Rules Committee to prevent this, but the Replacement Refs somehow managed to slice that net into pieces. Refs get calls wrong on the field all the time—Replacement or not, they mess up. The missed call on the review was more inexcusable than the call on the field, because they had every chance to fix their error.

But never mind all of the horrible calls on both sides of the fence throughout the course of the game. Russell Wilson’s interception was overturned on a soft roughing the passer call, Greg Jennings got blindsided running his route, Jermichael Finley got mugged all night, and Charles Woodson got away with everything against the Seahawks wide receivers. A total of 24 penalties were called tonight, and every drive seemed to go like this:

Play, play, flag, play, punt.

For 3.99999 quarters, the game was dry, uneven, and frankly boring. Every Packers drive featured Aaron Rodgers getting killed, and every Seahawks drive was a Marshawn Lynch three and out show, all aided by flags thrown left and right. (I hope this game doesn’t overshadow what was a bad performance by the Packers on offense and a worse play-calling job by Mike McCarthy. We’re still waiting for this offense to look like 1/4 of what it was last year.) The “play, play, flag, play, punt” drive formula wasn’t exclusive to this game either—NFL games are 10 minutes longer this year thanks to increased penalty calls and general confusion from the Replacement Refs. Games not only feel slower, but they actually are slower.

Goodell better not even THINK about fining Packers lineman T.J Lang for this.

Tonight was a watershed moment in NFL history. It was the night that the NFL’s Stalin got egged by his Replacements Refs, and finally had his ego popped. The NFL will be better for what happened tonight (the only way to go is up once rock bottom is hit, right?), but for it to come at the cost of my Packers doesn’t make any Packer fan feel any better. The Packers are now martyrs, but their loss will not be in vain.

The Seahawks were celebrating their “12th man” tonight to honor the great home crowd and community they have in Seattle, but who knew that their 12th man was wearing zebra stripes instead of a lime-green Nike jersey? The players now know, and they’re not fucking around anymore. Your move, Roger.

He’s mad.

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The Morality of Football: Why It’s Wrong

In my early teenage years, I played a ton of pickup football. My friends and I all love the sport, but we were all either too small for organized teams or preferred getting clunked with baseballs instead of bludgeoned with pads and helmets.

One Sunday afternoon, we played with a mixture of kids—at 15, I was the oldest and biggest, and I was out there tackling kids as young as 11. During that game, I played quarterback to make my height advantage in receiving nonexistent, and I played safety on defense to prevent me from tackling the smaller kids as often. Playing quarterback was great—chucking 20 yard passes to pre-teen kids with wheels was fun. Playing safety, however, ended up being dangerous.

On one pass over the middle, I dove from my safety position to tip the ball and break up the completion. Mid-air, I collided head to head with the intended receiver, an 11 year old who weighed 90-nothing pounds and wasn’t even five feet tall. His entire right eyebrow had ballooned and turned an ugly black and blue, and his forehead had a 4 inch gash. He looked like he had been beaten senselessly in a bar fight, or been mauled by a pitbull. I was unscathed. A bag of ice and an advil was all I needed—he needed a visit to the ER.

The collision had fractured whatever bone is right above the eye, and he needed a dozen stitches. But for him, that wasn’t the worst part. It was August, and Pop Warner football was beginning. Doctors said he’d never be able to play football again, as the eye fracture was too severe.

I felt horrible. In an absolutely meaningless game of backyard football, my reckless dive had cost this kid his football career. It’d be naive to think that he had a chance of being a professional football player, or even a decent high school player, but that accident took away his ability to ever enjoy the game ever again.

It’s been nearly four years since then, and my attitude towards the sport of football has changed significantly. Four years ago, I was riddled with guilt that this kid wouldn’t be able to play. Today, I wonder if maybe I’m more of a hero than a villain. Is it possible that I actually saved a few years of this kid’s life by injuring him enough to take away organized football?

In 2009, Malcolm Gladwell equated football to dogfighting in The New Yorker. It was the first time I heard about “tau,” and it was the first time concussions and head injuries were put to the forefront of football discussion. Gladwell shed light on a deadly issue that’s been slowly infecting the game for decades—a problem that’s now steamrolling to court. Over 3,000 former NFL players are currently suing the NFL and helmet maker Riddell, claiming negligence and the withholding of information linking head trauma and brain injuries to football.

In the past two years, there’s been a disturbing amount of former NFL players committing suicide. People—even athletes committing suicide is nothing new, but the unique situations of these suicides makes them different. Former NFL players Dave Duerson, Junior Seau, and Ray Easterling all shot themselves, with the former two shooting themselves in the chest, and the latter killing himself after suffering from years of dementia. Duerson and Seau both shot themselves in the chest so their brains could be studied by Dr. Ann McKee, the neurologist who was the focus of Gladwell’s 2009 piece and a more recent feature on Grantland.

Dr. McKee studies the brains of ex-athletes and veterans to help understand the health problems that repeated blows to the head can cause. She’s focusing on how chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE) occurs in the brains she dissects, and the deeper she digs, the stronger evidence she’s finding between football and brain damage. It’s not one decisive hit to the head or concussion that’s leading former NFL players to develop CTE—it’s the thousands of smaller hits that build up over years of play. Players aren’t getting knocked into vegetable status immediately, but instead have tau proteins accumulating in their brains. Tau is formed in the brain through these thousands of hits and concussions, and it kills brain cells, causing victims to have dementia, memory loss, aggression, or depression—all symptoms of CTE.

CTE isn’t an automatic death-wish for all—not every player is going to end up like Seau or Easterling. Hall of Famer Terry Bradshaw has admitted that he doesn’t use stats when analyzing the NFL for CBS, because he suffers from short-term memory loss, likely due to his years of quarterbacking. Retired tight end Ben Utecht, who now enjoys a second career as a singer, doesn’t remember entire sets he’s performed. Whether these former players will develop dementia or Alzheimers later on in life is unknown, but for players in their early 30s like Utecht, the lingering impact of their playing days is swift and troubling.

Football is coming to a head this decade. Dr. McKee’s research continues to grow in scope and influence—the NFL just gave her center $1 million in funds with no strings attached. Earlier this week, they gave the National Institute of Health a $30 million donation—the largest in league history—to fund brain injury research. Roger Goodell has been accused of downplaying, or even hiding the facts of the matter, but he’s finally wising up (it’s about damn time though). The NFL just wants answers. The players want answers. We want answers.

As the dangers of the sport become more known, I, along with many other Americans, will not stand for it. And if fans won’t accept it, then Congress will eventually follow suit too. Congress waged war on performance-enhancing drugs in sports last decade—brain-injuries will surely be the next crusade. Just last month, the insurance company Travelers sued the NFL to avoid paying for defense from the aforementioned player suit. We’re coming close to a day when insurance companies won’t take the risk with any level of organized football, because there are too many long-term health problems associated with the sport. The idea that the sport may become uninsurable is a greater threat to its existence than Congress, the Players Association, scientists and health professionals, or critics.


Dr. McKee testified before Congress in 2009.

Today, the NFL is the richest and most popular professional sports league in the world. NFL games are always the highest rated television programs every year, and its players are international icons. The most woeful franchise in the NFL, the Cleveland Browns, was just sold for a remarkable $1 billion. All 32 franchises are in the Top 50 of Forbes richest sports teams. The league and the sport itself is peaking right now. Every peak, however, has a valley, and head-injuries will be that valley for the sport. The game will have to change, but when it’s inherently violent, no good solution is on the horizon. (Let’s not get into any potential rule changes.)

Every year, it’s becoming harder and harder for me to watch football. I love football, but the morality of it is simply too much to bear. It’s ethically irresponsible of me to root, cheer, and pay for football players to do their job when I know that they’re literally killing themselves on the field. It’s just not right. It’s easy to not think about this now when the sport is so popular, and no players I’ve grown up loving are babbling madmen in wheelchairs, or in a room somewhere pondering what to do with a loaded gun. It’s not pleasant to think that my favorite player, Aaron Rodgers, might kill himself in 20 years after falling into a CTE induced depression, but it’s a legitimate concern I have now. I don’t want my boyhood idols to have a lesser quality of health than me just because I wanted to see them make the next play. It’s become cliche to call football players “gladiators,” but that comparison has never been more accurate. In grand, circular stadiums, men are killing each other for our own entertainment, and their personal status.

Junior Seau was the first player I saw play who killed himself. He was only 43. Although he might have had other problems that lead to his decision to take his own life, it’s not a coincidence he preserved his brain in his suicide for science. For people of my generation, Seau’s death will be the turning point, because he was still playing as early as 2009. Memory of his heroic play in the modern NFL for the Patriots dynasty is still fresh—it causes his death to linger more. When Seau’s mother is crying in front of the media, yelling to God to “take me, take me, leave my son,” I can no longer ignore what football is doing to people on a humanistic and a medical level.


This hurts to watch every time.

The sport of football is wrong. If that makes me a liberal extremist who is overreacting, then I dare you to watch that video Seau’s mother again. I will still lovingly watch my Packers this year, and maybe even attend a few games, but the same joys I once had from the sport are dead. To me, it’s no longer an innocent, good-natured activity. It’s no longer wholesome entertainment. It’s endorsed barbarism in the 21st century. If my continued fandom makes me a hypocrite, then fine—it’s not up to me to enact change. It’s up to the powers that be to put player health over wealth, and for parents to prevent their kids from playing. I stopped one kid from playing thanks to a head-injury—hopefully he won’t be the last to value his well-being over sport.

Follow Justin on Twitter @jblock49

Confessions of a New York Giant Fan: Why Big Blue Won’t Repeat

As a lifelong Season Ticket Holder of the New York Giants, I’ve been on a nineteen-year emotional roller-coaster ride, with my mood every autumn and winter being determined by how Big Blue did in their most recent game. I’ve been in attendance for some phenomenal wins, and an equal number of devastating losses. Even while attending The Ohio State University last season, I did not miss a single game, going as far as to watch a handful of games on sketchy internet streams. Thankfully, I was able to attend the last two home Giants games of the season while on winter break, the latter of the two being a one-game playoff for the Division Crown and a spot in the playoffs. While watching the playoff games in my dorm room, my RA, fully aware of the extent of my fandom, gave me a pass on dorm rules during games, allowing me to curse and scream my head off after quiet hours as the Giants went on their second magic carpet ride to a Super Bowl Championship in five seasons (which, in turn, resulted in me being a celebratory drunk for a full week).

That Super Bowl Championship has had me in a state of euphoria for quite some time. Just as we began to think that the Giants would once again collapse in the second half of the season (which, for the record, always happens because the NFL insists on giving the Giants a back-loaded schedule. Seriously, can’t you give us a fucking break every once in a while?), they got hot at just the right time, got their star players back from injury, and went on to lift the Lombardi trophy for the fourth time in their history. Even the most pessimistic of Giants fans (such as myself) are confident about the future of the team, seeing as we have a young core of players, a remarkably strong and deep defensive line, and to top it all off, a Top-Five QB in Eli Manning who, as long as he is on the field, gives us a shot to win any game we’re in.

With all of that positivity in mind, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and make a not-so-bold prediction: The Super Bowl Champion New York Giants have too many holes to mount a serious repeat challenge.

There are a number of reasons why I believe this is gonna happen; some of these reasons are logical and based on the team’s current players and coaching staff, while others are down to pure speculation and are based on my many years as a die-hard fan. While I could easily just list them out in bullet-point fashion, I feel it necessary to give a bit more insight. For the most part, what is about to follow are my rambling thoughts on certain Giants players, most of which have been bottled up for years. So, without further ado, here’s my list of reasons why my beloved New York Giants will have a massively unsuccessful season in defense of their crown:

5) Our Linebackers Suck

I have lost count of the number of times I have cursed out Giants linebackers over the years. The Giants haven’t had had a strong core of starting linebackers in the last decade. Yes, the team has gotten by (thanks to a very strong and deep defensive line), but for a team that prides itself on having a strong defense, it has always disappointed me that the Giants have yet to find a high-caliber linebacker in recent years. Yes, Michael Boley has done a decent job, but I don’t consider him to be a top notch linebacker. Starting alongside him? Chase Blackburn in the middle and Mathias Kiwanuka as the other outside linebacker. As much as I love and appreciate Chase Blackburn for all he’s done as a Giant, he’s not a starting linebacker. Kiwanuka is a defensive end who gets thrown in at OLB in order to get him more playing time, knowing that he’ll get less snaps in the DE rotation with Tuck, Osi, and JPP in the mix. When used in the pass-rush, he is very effective. However, his run-stopping ability is well below-par. Behind these three on the depth chart are first-round bust Keith Rivers, late-round sophomore Jacquain Williams, and undrafted sophomores Mark Herzlich and Spencer Paysinger. Fair to say that this group fails to inspire me.

4) I have no faith in the secondary

For some reason, when the Giants draft secondary players in the first or second round, they always seem to be highly disappointing. Aside from Corey Webster in 2008 and Terrell Thomas in general, I haven’t really had any trust in a Giants CB to contain a receiver since Jason Sehorn, who I affectionately refer to as the best white corner of the last quarter-century. This season is no different. I have no faith in Corey Webster or Prince Amukamara to cover receivers effectively. To make matters worse, with Terrell Thomas injured yet again and Aaron Ross (aka “The First Round Nickel CB”) leaving for Jacksonville via free agency, the Giants have very little depth behind their two starters, a fact which disturbs me given the growing tendency in the NFL to spread the ball around and rely on the passing game. While I have some faith in Kenny Phillips to continue doing the job at strong safety (especially in his contract year), I cannot say the same about Antrel Rolle. In spite of being the highest-paid safety in the league, Antrel Rolle has had largely infuriating moments as a Giant. His tendency to get stupid personal fouls is something that has always made me try to pull my hair out. All in all, in a league that depends more and more on a quarterback’s ability to slice up secondaries, this group of players gives me very little faith.

3) The Offensive Line Actually Offends Me

Having watched Football for years, I’ve held one core belief more than any other: Whether you play in high school, college, or the NFL, your games are won and lost in the trenches. The Giants offensive line has experienced a lot of upheaval in the last two years. In 2008, the Giants had, bar none, the best offensive line in the league. From right-to-left, you had McKenzie, Snee, O’Hara, Seubert and Diehl at the top of their game, enabling Jacobs, Bradshaw and Ward to run the ball all over the field and open up the passing game for Eli. The following season, the offensive line play deteriorated, which, in-turn, led to the decline of the running game. The main reason why Eli has thrived statistically the last three years is because of the running game’s decline. Last off-season, the Giants released O’Hara & Seubert, two of the aforementioned fixtures on that 2008 offensive line, and were replaced by David Baas & Stacy Andrews. In spite of these changes, the Giants had the worst rushing offense in the entire NFL last season. This off-season, hot-headed & much-maligned RT Kareem McKenzie left, as did Stacy Andrews.

In addition, David Diehl, drafted as a LG turned into a massively below-average LT, moved back to LG last season, has again been moved, this time from LG to RT, a position he has never played before in his life, meaning that only one starter from 2010, Tom Coughlin’s son-in-law Chris Snee, still has his place on the OL. From right-to-left, the offensive line this season will probably be Diehl, Snee, Baas, career backup Kevin Boothe, & William Beatty. I really think we could’ve addressed this in the first round of the draft. While I admit that David Wilson is clearly a talented running back that replaces the void created by the departure of Brandon Jacobs, I believe we could’ve addressed the need in another way and taken an offensive tackle to replace Kareem McKenzie. Cordy Glenn and Jonathan Martin were both projected first-round picks that were still on the board. By taking one of them, you could’ve plugged them in at RT & kept David Diehl at LG, his natural position, boosting the overall quality of the offensive line & potentially reviving a running game that has never been less effective than it was last season. Defenses are gonna be able to stop Eli eventually. It’d be nice to have a half-decent running game to keep them on their toes as well.

2) The Schedule is Fucking Scary (The NFC East as well)

The Giants always seem to get horrible scheduling decisions from the NFL. This usually comes in the form of a very back-loaded schedule, but the NFL has also found more creative ways to screw with Big Blue. For example, in 2009, the Giants were handed their first game on Thanksgiving Day since 1992. The catch? They had to travel approximately 1,770 miles to play the Denver Broncos away on three-days rest. The Giants lost 26-6 en route to one of the franchise’s finest in-season collapses in recent memory, going from 5-0 to 8-8 and missing out on a playoff spot. Now, I’m not saying that the schedule was entirely responsible for enabling the collapse to continue, but it certainly didn’t do us any good. This year, the NFL truly had something special in store for my beloved Jints. For the first time in NFL history, a defending Super Bowl Champion has been handed the toughest Strength-Of-Schedule of all NFL teams. It’s only fitting that the 9-7 Giants, the first ever 9-7 team to win a Super Bowl, has to be given such a horrifying obstacle. To top it all off, the schedule becomes murderous after the Week 5 game against the Browns. Starting with the San Francisco 49ers in week 6, the Giants play seven games against teams who made the playoffs last season, with the remaining four games being against division rivals. The only break the NFL gives the Giants? A week 11 bye right before a Sunday Night game against Green Bay. At least they didn’t give us the bye earlier. Thanks for that, Roger… you greedy scumbag.

In addition to the murderous schedule, the NFC East is admittedly tougher than it was last year. The Giants clinched their playoff spot the last week of the season, in what was essentially an extra playoff game against the Dallas Cowboys with the winner taking the division & the loser going home (FYI: The Jets game was also a playoff game in some respects, with the losing team needing a miracle the last week of the season to clinch a postseason berth). The Cowboys could’ve easily put the Giants to bed in Week 14. All they had to do was hold on to a 12 point lead with 4 minutes to go. The Giants and Cowboys both finished 9-7. They are clearly on similar levels. If Miles Austin catches the ball that got caught in the lights in that Week 14 game or Jason Garrett doesn’t ice his own kicker against Arizona, Dallas could’ve been the ones lifting that Lombardi Trophy last February. The Week 17 game would’ve been meaningless if one of those two situations were handled properly. In Philadelphia, the Eagles are regrouping and look very dangerous going into the season. Last year, the “Dream Team” finished the year strong, finally coming together the last four weeks of the year. This year, DeSean “The Jerk” Jackson looks sharper (no longer distracted by his contract situation), the team is deeper and has a better understanding of Andy Reid’s philosophy. In all seriousness, I think Philly is gonna win the NFC East this year and maybe, just maybe, make a deep run in the playoffs (FWIW: just writing that makes me wanna vomit). To top it all off, Washington has a new rookie QB in Robert Griffin III and a much more experienced and talented team than they did last season. Mike Shanahan, now in his third season as Head Coach, is starting to put a team together in DC. I have a weird feeling that he’s got something going on down there. If he gets it right, the rest of the division is really gonna be in trouble, and none of us want that to happen.

1) Fate

The Giants have a tendency of fucking up massively after a championship season. In many cases, it hasn’t even been because of on-field play. In 1987, a year after the team’s first Super Bowl Championship, the players went on strike mid-season, causing games to be canceled for week 3, but replacement players to be used in weeks 4-6. The Giants went 0-3 in games played by replacement players. They finished 6-9, missing the playoffs & a chance to defend their crown. Had the Giants gone 2-1 in those three games, they would’ve made the playoffs as a wild card team, potentially getting a shot to do so. In 1991, Ray Handley took over for Bill Parcells as Head Coach a year after Big Tuna won Super Bowl XXV. Handley was a mediocre head coach who wasted a perfectly good opportunity to make a name for himself with a talented Giants team coming off its second Super Bowl in five seasons, missing the playoffs in 1991 and 1992. Handley is best remembered for his inability to pick a starting QB between Phil Simms and Jeff Hostetler, both of whom led the Giants to Super Bowl glory in 1986 and 1990. The controversy heavily marred his job as coach of the Giants and the team’s record failed to truly reflect the team’s ability and talent.

Those two cases aside, the most notable case of the New York Giants being unable to capitalize on a Super Bowl Championship was 2008. Coming off of a victory in Super Bowl XLII, the Giants had a much more talented team than what it had in 2007. The group was more experienced and in my opinion was the best team that Tom Coughlin has had in his eight years (going on nine) as Giants Head Coach. They Giants started the year 10-1 and were cruising going into their game against Washington. That team thought it was going to go back to the Super Bowl. They thought it was their God-given right to make it back to the Super Bowl. Then Plaxico Burress, already declared out for Sunday’s game with an injury as a precaution going into the playoffs, went into a night club in New York City two days before the game with an unregistered gun concealed in his sweatpants (the reason he was carrying the gun was because Steve Smith was robbed at gunpoint three days earlier by a stranger outside his apartment). The gun went off, shooting Plaxico in his right thigh. The magnitude of the story really didn’t sink in until after the Giants beat Washington that Sunday to go to 11-1. Plaxico reported himself to police the day after the game to face charges of criminal possession of a handgun, as Burress was carrying an expired Concealed Carrier of Weapons License from the state of Florida and was not registered in New York. Burress was suspended for the rest of the season by the Giants and released the following April. The off-field distraction, however, proved to be devastating for a team that thought it was well on its way to defending its Super Bowl crown, going 1-3 the last four games of the regular season before losing to Philly at home in their Divisional Round playoff game. Players on that team have spoken of the disappointment of that year and what might have been, many of whom still blame Plaxico for the team’s decline at the end of that season.

Honestly, knowing those three stories well, and knowing for a fact that the Giants just love to knock me down when I least expect it as a fan, I have good reason to believe that the Giants are gonna miss the playoffs this season. The team really isn’t anything to write home about right now, we’ve got an incredibly tough schedule and are playing in a division that’s gotten miles tougher. The last team to repeat as Super Bowl Champions was the Patriots in 2004. Five other teams have been able to accomplish the feat. In the age of free agency and where teams know each other much better than they did ten or fifteen years ago, let alone even further back, it’s very difficult to repeat as Super Bowl Champions, let alone follow up such a season with a decent campaign.

The Giants have a target on their back in 2012 and have a very tough schedule to go with it. If there’s any time that I’d consider it acceptable to not do very well after a Super Bowl Championship, it’d be this season. Why? Because I’m expecting it! Honestly, I’d rather they didn’t make the playoffs this year than have them tease me like they’ve done in years prior. Knowing them, however, they’ll make a point of it to be cruel and kick me when I’m most vulnerable. Honestly, this could go either way. But I can honestly say that the Giants won’t win the Super Bowl this season, and I don’t think they’ll make the playoffs either. But hey, I’ve seen them win two Super Bowls in my lifetime. That’s two more than I ever thought I’d see…

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