
(Mangini abdicating at Cleveland)



Thought I'd take this opportunity to provide a little consolation for the fans in N.E. Ohio as well as provide a sample of a p-shop project I'm working on. And another great opportunity to link to this. 

Sound the air raid siren in Cleveland. Get under the desk, Frowner! If you thought the last Cold War was something, just wait till July 1st!


The International Olympic Committee, in part owing to anti-American attitudes, recently removed Baseball and Softball from the Summer Games. Their main reasoning was that the sports are not 'international' enough and that the sports are dominated by a precious few.  Hogwash. Poo-Poo. Pish-Posh. Ridiculoso. Nyet.
Whether you're into soccer or not, this extended highlight reel from this past Sunday's Man United-Man City clash is worth peeping for balls-to-the-wall, end-to-end madness that includes 7 mostly incredible goals, a Man City player smacking down a fan who invaded the pitch and all capped by a controversial winner scored by Michael Owen a minute-and-a-half after the four minutes of allotted extra time expired.

 

I am what you could generously call a lapsed 49ers fan. When I started watching football around the 1986-87 season, I had no rooting interests. My dad didn’t have any particular allegiances beyond liking the local teams to win. Of my two best friends in elementary school, one was a Giants fan, one was a Jets fan. Meanwhile, I came to realize that these teams were on television every single week and were boring me. (This, it should be noted, absolutely holds true for me now as well. Familiarity bred contempt, but I have managed to lessen my dislike of the omnipresent local teams to a practiced degree of indifference, although I’m always up for a bad loss just so I can read the Armageddon-Is-Coming sports section in the Post the next day.)
I can’t pinpoint exactly when I decided to follow them, but after seeing highlights and a few playoff games, I saw that the Niners were different, were more exciting than the same boring old conservative NFC East teams. Look at all this passing!
[Sidebar: I like passing. It is a little-known fact (inexplicably so) that the pass opens up the run, but it is an even less-known fact that, as my extensive, hands-on Tecmo Super Bowl research will attest to, the pass opens up the pass, which leads to scores galore.]
So, let’s go Niners. What the hey. And it was a mighty good run, other than some rough playoff defeats at the hands of the Giants and ‘Boys. You could almost always rely on a good show- Montana’s brutal efficiency and Rice effortlessly open, Young’s brutal efficiency (and crazy running!) and Rice effortlessly open, Roger Craig and an underrated string of excellent pass-catching RBs (“Stillllll” Watters, William Randolph Hearst, Garner “More Yards”). Down to third-string? No problem! The Niners even had the White Willie Beamen in Steve “Shh, It’s” Bono. Bill Walsh left the sidelines? No problem! Enter George Seifert, a terrible college coach many years back (at Cornell, no less!) under whom the offense ran as smoothly as a Big daddy Kane silk shirt....
Sure, their last Super Bowl title (and appearance) was in 1994, but they remained a perennial playoff team. Young was forced to retire and in stepped Jeff Garcia, whose current sad incarnation (cut by the Raiders!) should not overshadow the fact that he was fee-nominal in his prime. 2001- 32 TDs passing, 5 rushing (!). A then-inoffensive T.O. took the mantle from Rice and owned the league, posting double-digit TDs three straight seasons. Thing was, they seemed to lose to the Packers in the playoffs every year, except for that one fantastic game where Young found Owens in the end zone for the winning score as time wound down (essentially Owens’ “I have arrived” moment).
The last hurrah was in 2002. After the Niners’ furious, highly improbable, long-snapper-crying, no-penalty-call-assisted comeback against the Giants in the wacky 39-38 playoff game (yeah, you like that, Shockey, standing there looking stupid on the sidelines), they were absolutely throttled by the eventual Super Bowl champion Bucs. By midway through the first quarter, I was thoroughly deflated (and disgusted with the team’s lack of effort).
Coach Mariucci was fired and replaced by in-over-his-head Dennis Erickson (yeah, he was great with the Seahawks, too). In 2003, the Niners lost five games by 3 points or less and finished 7-9. And then things really went bad.
T.O. managed to run Garcia out of town, then wrote his own ticket to Philly. With Garrison Hearst breaking down, there went the offense, just like that. Poof, gone. The replacements were Tim “Picks Ay-Day” Rattay, nobody at wide receiver, and Kevan “Lower than Low” Barlow. Not exactly Montana/Craig/Rice.
Years and years of skillfully (but perhaps not completely legally) skirting the salary cap finally caught up to the team, and free agency was no longer a viable option. Drafting went south in a hurry. Over the next five seasons, the Niners finished in the in the top 25 in defense and in offense one time each. Once! There are only 32 teams! No receiver topped 850 yards. Alex Smith? One first overall pick and $25 million guaranteed later, he’s on the bench. Nate Clements? On a team where everything is a problem, $80 million for an overrated cornerback may not be the best start. Brandon Lloyd? Lots of dudes can jump, doesn’t mean they’re any good.
In all honesty, I had to research exactly what happened in the years since 2002, because I had almost completely stopped following the team out of sheer boredom and my concurrent rising interest in fantasy football. In my mind, the Niners are much more fun as the top team in Tecmo (way better than the Giants, child please, Brent Jones will always catch that pass over the middle on the blitz), banned from competing against almost all squads because they were too damn good.
Last season offered a glimmer of hope with the firing of Mike Martz, a strong finish under a coach who seems to have some idea what he’s doing (Mike Singletary gave a motivational speech in my office a couple years ago, and no, he did not drop trou) and the great fortune of landing the top wide receiver in the land with the #10 pick in the draft (come on, Crabtree, just take the money!)
However, the reality is that the division is no longer a cakewalk (Rams don’t count, they belong in the UFL) - the Cards are a real team, the Seahawks have more than three healthy players- and the Niners, for the most part, are still not good. Unlike Martz, Singletary seems to realize that Frank Gore is by far their best player and should be run into the ground. The defense is coming around, and Shaun Hill is serviceable at quarterback. It’s still a wasteland at wideout, unless Josh Morgan finally becomes, you know, good. As a fan, boy oh boy is this team boring. You cannot even argue that anyone on this team is worth watching (including Gore). Who’s gonna break the big play? No one, that’s who. Not hearing it.
I’d be Michelle Shocked (shocked!) with an 8-8 record. A repeat of last year’s 7-9 sounds about right, but 6-10, given the talent level, should not surprise at all.
Now, back to my fantasy squad.

Anyone who knows me, knows  that I enjoy a season of Jints football almost as much as a big stack  of tasty flapjacks hot off the griddle.  But let’s not bang our  knives and forks on the table toooooooo eagerly.  Let’s take a deep  breath.  And reflect. 
To a good many Giants fans,  the ending to last season was doubtlessly a bitter disappointment.   Fair enough, I suppose, but I’m here to send a wakeup call to everyone  who cried themselves to sleep after a one and done ouster at the hands  of the Eagles: It’s all disappointment from here on out.   This truth should have risen from the ashes as the dust settled in the  aftermath of Super Bowl XXZXXZXZSEQR  (did I get those Roman Numerals Right?).  To quote Christopher  Walken’s character in True Romance “that’s as good as it’s gonna  get.  And won’t ever get that good again.” 
By all rights, the New York  Giants should never win anything else again.  In the interest of  balance, they ought to have tumbled into the bowels of the earth and  been left to stumble over and upon one another (for at least a few seasons)  in abject misery.  
Or better yet, they should’ve  simply ceased to be, disappearing in streaks of light and vapor behind  falling sheets of confetti in the canyon of heroes.  
After perpetrating their improbable  heist of the New England Patriots’ nineteenth win of that year, like  some super-significant paranormal artifact, or beautiful woman held  against her will, the appropriate ending was not a series on-field speeches,  handshakes and trophy presentations, but rather a mad dash escape to  safety while the stadium and perhaps the entire NFL collapsed into oblivion.   It should’ve all ended there in Arizona.  And as Giants fans,  we’ll be forever retreating to the bathroom, chasing that cocaine  first hit high, so long as we should choose to care anymore.  
But perhaps that’s really  the point anyway.  Caring too much about sports is a bad practice.   Nothing wrong with enjoying games of course, but allowing a particular  team’s performance to drastically alter one’s temperament, particularly  where it might drive us to surliness, or unhappiness, is the mark of  a regressive consciousness.  Peace and happiness are not predicated  on circumstance.  They must be deliberately sought and cultivated  from within.  So deciding to be bitterly angry if our favorite  team fails to achieve a set of rather difficult and (from a probability  standpoint) unlikely goals is idiotic.  In doing so, we abdicate  the responsibility of our own contentment and hand it over to a group  of athletes – we barely even really  choose which athletes – and allow our emotions jerked about at the  whim of a bouncing ball.  It’s something like deciding to clip  a set of jumper cables to our nipples and saying: “This may hurt now,  but one day, hard to say when, someone will surely come along and take  these off for me and then I will feel good again.  At least until  they put them back on a while later.  So I’ll just wait patiently  for that day. Thanks.”
In 2007, shortly after the  Jints turned in a horrendous performance against Minnesota, I calmly  decided that I just didn’t give a shit if they lost anymore.   I decided then, that I would celebrate great athleticism as much as  any worthy human achievement.  I still enjoy Giant victories (and  surely screamed with glee from the window of Coachie’s apartment when  they beat the Pats), but I refuse to sulk away another Monday after  Manning forgets which team to throw to.  
So my official prediction for 2009 Jints football is: they’re going to keep playing these damn games for as long as I plan on living, so what difference does it make anyway?
But just because I refuse to stumble  when they may stumble doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention.   So I’ll offer a few observations and then be on my way:
1.) If Mike Sherridan and Osi  Umenyiora are not getting along it’s probably because Sherridan is  at least hinting that Osi’s starting job is not guaranteed.   And why shouldn’t he suggest as much – Matthias Kiwanuka is turning  into a splendid DE and looks more like the every-down lineman with Umenyiora  more the passing down specialist at this point.  Even as a rotational  player, I think Kiwi will have a huge season.  Not sure if I expect  the same from Osi.
2.) It’s quite possible that  among the draftees, Smith’s and Hixon’s, the Giants have not  found a replacement for Plaxico Burress.  At least not early, or  at all, this season.  I’m ok with that.  The Giants didn’t  trade for Edwards, Boldin or Tory Holt because they don’t need  to win it all this year.  They are young almost everywhere and  will be good for a long time because Jerry Reese knows to draft (see  2005 where he grabbed Webster, Justin Tuck and Brandon Jacobs with only  4 total picks, or 2007 which netted Boss, Ross, Alford, Steve Smith  and Ahmad Bradshaw).  Someone’s gonna step up between Nicks,  Manningham, Barden etc.  
3.) If Antonio Pierce looked  old last year, and he did, he’ll figure to look worse in ’09.   The Giants will have a hard time with all the pass-catching backs and  tight ends in their division.  Boley was brought in to help out  here, but he’s missing game one, hasn’t really practiced and will  need time to get in sync.  The rest of the linebackers don’t  look like much.  We haven’t had a good linebacker since Jesse  Armstead.  I’m expecting to see a lot Westbrooks and Whittens  running wild in the defensive backfield unfortunately. 
4.) Brandon Jacobs, while a  joy to behold, always strikes me as a knee injury waiting to happen.   He runs so high and goes looking for contact that he’s as much of  a liability to himself as a weapon for this team.  I’m sure he’ll  miss at least a couple of games and can only hope those come somewhere  in the middle of year, against non-divisional opponents, rather than  round one of the playoffs.  With Jacobs, the Giants fear no defense.   He and Chris Snee are the crazy, mean spirited counterpoints to the  likes of James Harrison, Haynesworth, Lewis et al. 
5.)  When the Giants have  been at they’re best these past two seasons, they’ve been a pretty  good combination of lucky, well disciplined and tough as hell.
Let’s look back to October  26, 2008.  This important date gives us a perfect little snapshot  of the Coughlin/Manning Giants (seems the best way to designate this  era).  On this particular Sunday afternoon, the Giants defeated  the eventual NFL champions in front of the biggest regular season Steeler  crowd ever.  This game is notable for a number of reasons:  
The Steelers had won 9 straight  home games against NFC opponents. 
Plaxico Burress was benched  by Coughlin in first quarter for missing a mandatory treatment sessions  the previous Saturday.  
Santonio Holmes (I hope it  was worth it) was serving a marijuana related suspension that day.   Somehow, the nature of Holmes’ suspension (as noted by Phil Mushnick)  was never discussed during the telecast.  Burress, on the other  hand, whose status was quickly shifting from NFC title game hero to  pariah, for previous fines and NFL disciplinary action earlier in the  season, was the go-to cutaway shot on the sideline as the Giants’  offense failed to find the end zone early. 
Pittsburgh’s championship  caliber defense – likely the best in the NFL in 2008 – noted for  its tandem of fearsome edge rushing linebackers, recorded exactly zero  sacks of Eli Manning and forced exactly zero turnovers.  
Conversely, the Giants sacked  Roethlisberger five times, and forced four interceptions. 
And yet, despite a 4 to 0 turnover  ratio, despite controlling the ball for almost ten minutes more than  their opponents and despite physical superiority on both sides of the  line of scrimmage, the Giants were regarded as lucky to have escaped  with a victory on the road because Greg Warren went down with a blown  knee and left James Harrison to long snap a ball over punter Mitch Berger’s  head for a game tying safety.  Never mind the fact that Eli Manning  pushed down the short field and found Kevin Boss for the game winning  score with under 4 minutes left to play on the road.  I’d argue  that the Steelers were lucky that one or more of Roethlisberger’s  interceptions weren’t returned for scores or that he wasn’t sacked  seven times and concussed. 
My overarching opinion is that  this team, Plax or no, can still deliver a few of these sorts of games.   I think they’ll still be able to push other teams around and score  late in games.  I also expect a slow start, with two early divisional  games and a new coordinator on a defense that’s had a lot of injuries  and not a lot of regulars practicing.  
I think the Jints will get  a head of steam late and make the playoffs, although won’t ever appear  to be the juggernaut they looked like for much of last year.  I  think they’re a wild card team, behind the Eagles.  I think they’ll  relish an underdog role that they always seem to create for themselves  by periodically falling on their own faces.  
I can see them rolling over  in the playoffs, or rolling to another Super Bowl.  
I don’t see them pulling  off the most exciting victory in Super Bowl history.  
Sorry Jints fans.  Not  happening twice in our lifetimes.  Consider whatever else you get  after February 08 just syrup on the flapjacks.  
Dig in. And don’t take anything too hard.
