Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Squib This!
There's a bomb on a bus. No, wait. You're the New York Giants. You're up by three with 11 seconds left. You are kicking off. The Dallas Cowboys are a hundred yards away. What do you do?
What do you do?
"Try a squib kick."
What???
"Remove the win from the equation. Kick the ball so that they are closer to where they need to be when they get the ball. They make one good play, then get a field goal, and then after we lose in O.T., we can't get out of the stadium alive."
You are deeply nuts, you know that?
Shoot the coach.
Jim Fassel, please attempt to grow a brain. What can you possibly be thinking? Kick the ball through the end zone if you can, then they have to throw a hail mary just to get into field goal range. Sheesh! A child would know how to handle a three-point lead with 11 freaking seconds left, for cryin' out loud. Not that I care; you're the Shockey-infested Giants.
