They were not Giants

Most of the time, this blog comments on vegetable gardening, politics and the goings on of various members of the Monzeglio clan, not necessarily in that order.  Today, I will break with this agenda and write about an obsession which has cost me much psychic peace over the years.  I have to admit I am a New York Giants football fan.  I am not fanatical about it, but have followed the team's fortunes for over 50 years.  I still remember Sunday afternoons as a college freshman watching pathetic losses under Allie Sherman and wondering if the wealthy Mara family would ever cough up the resources to bring back the glory years of the early 50s which I had inconveniently missed by being to young to appreciate Charlie Connerly and Sam Huff.  Flash forward to the Bill Parcells era and a couple of Super Bowls brought to the team by Lawrence Taylor and Phil Simms.  Fans got used to winning again and the teams Eli Manning brought to the big game and humbled the Patriots seemed like the start of something really big.  Unfortunately it looks like Eli is on the back side of his career and the Giants lay down in front of a Green Bay Packer's bulldozer yesterday.  Some soul searching must be done in the aftermath of yesterday's massacre, because this iteration of the G-Men is not likely to win much without a makeover.  Nuff said.