Following last week’s entry on basketball and football players I find intolerable, I had intended to write about other athletes whom I would present with coal for Christmas, but the Eagles’ thrilling 38-31 victory over the Giants has rightfully altered my plans. I know we Philadelphians have a reputation for being hard workers, but the Eagles ensured that perception for years to come.
I have nurtured a 21-year hatred of all New York sports teams. The Giants earn special disregard mostly because they refuse to bear their proper geographic location in their name. If a team plays in New Jersey, it should include “New Jersey” right before its nickname. Nobody said that hatred has to be philosophical.
When Andy Reid refused to chuck the challenge flag on DeSean Jackson’s fourth-quarter fumble, I supposed the game was lost. What a moron!
I am referring to myself and not Reid, however. Big Red, thank the Lord whose birthday I am anticipating, has talented players who can make most people overlook his idiocy. His counterpart, Tom Coughlin, could not contain his penchant for infantile reactions following his squad’s last-second loss.
Coughlin, whose nose would make him a suitable replacement for Rudolph, immediately sought punter Matt Dodge to blast the rookie for not booting a punt out of bounds. Coward! I do not care what strength a team or player has. Challenge that strength. This credo applies to all sports. I am glad that Dodge’s kick stayed in bounds, as it gave the fickle Giants’ special teams unit a chance to prove its worth.
As all could see, proving that worth cost a ton, but I would rather lose having taken the more difficult course than win by chickening out. Kudos to the Eagles for a fantastic rebound. Along with Cliff Lee, they have given me joy in seeing Philadelphia again frustrate New York.
I encourage the Giants to look on the bright side. Now their girlfriends and wives know what to buy them for Christmas: nice, shiny sets of golf clubs.