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New York Giants: The Reality of Defeat

This week is really beginning to shape into a memorable one. 

A couple of hours ago, I finally stepped out into the "real world," to go grocery shopping. Upon reaching my vehicle in my building's garage, I saw a healthy puddle of that all too familiar glow-in-the-dark green life-blood of my vehicle: anti-freeze. 

I've spent several years successfully dealing with a coolant leak in the front of the vehicle. I guess the universe wants to throw me a curve: The leak is from the rear undercarriage. Charming as hell.

They say tragedy comes in "three's."

Well, two down.

I'm so glad I woke up at the absolute crack of dawn today to have friends come over and raid all my caffeinated beverages and slack around talking endlessly while I got to behold my cherished team's annihilation.

I knew within the first two minutes of this game, something was really not right with them. They were "off." Eli seemed frustrated the entire game and nothing really seemed to work. Two Interceptions...Smith just couldn't catch...The Eagles getting some inspirational floodgate at the end of the second...It was a train-wreck. 

Sure I'm disappointed, and I'll tell you why. I'm a Yankee fan. I've seen far too many seasons of entitled complacency in one lifetime. I love my team, but I become envious of those teams who are "hungry." Their passion.

Today's performance by the Giants reminded me of those teams who simply give up.  The Angels in the last two postseasons. The Yankees. Even Boston against Tampa Bay during the playoffs (until Ortiz decided to TRY and give the team something to fight for).

Fighting. Competing. Passion. That's what I enjoy. That didn't arrive with the Giants today. In fact, I don't even know if the Giants, themselves, arrived at the game today.

Pity.

 

"You know when you get old in life things get taken from you. That's, that's part of life.
But, you only learn that when you start losing stuff. You find out that life is just a game of inches...


So is football.

Because in either game, life or football, the margin for error is so small. I mean one half step too late or to early, you don't quite make it. One half-second too slow or too fast and you don't quite catch it. 


The inches we need are everywhere around us.

They are in every break of the game, every minute, every second.

On this team, we fight for that inch. On this team, we tear ourselves, and everyone around us, to pieces for that inch. We claw with our fingernails for that inch. 'Cause we know when we add up all those inches, that's going to make the difference between winning and losing, between living and dying.

I'll tell you this, in any fight, it is the guy who is willing to die who is going to win that inch.

And I know if I am going to have any life anymore it is because, I am still willing to fight, and die for that inch because that is what living is. The six inches in front of your face.

Now I can't make you do it. You gotta look at the guy next to you. Look into his eyes.
Now I think you are going to see a guy who will go that inch with you. You are going to see a guy who will sacrifice himself for this team because he knows when it comes down to it, you are gonna do the same thing for him.

That's a team, gentlemen and either we heal now, as a team, or we will die as individuals.

That's football guys. That's all it is."  (Any Given Sunday)

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