The Giants season essentially ended Sunday with a brutal, demoralizing loss to the Panthers at home, in the last-ever game for tthe ol' Giant stadium no less. Same as with the Shea stadium finale a year and a half ago, there were all the old heroes gathered to pay tribute to the building, and playoff dreams on the line. Well, at least the Mets put up a fight in a close game. The Giants looked truly awful, and clearly do not belong anywhere near the playoffs with their inexcusable lack of effort.
That sure was one good-looking Giants drive to open the game, until the devastating Mario Manningham fumble that is. One mistake and the Giants collapsed like a tent. The toughness and energy that Big Blue should have had this year was mysteriously missing, and there was seemingly no leader in place that could get the troops sufficiently jacked up to turn the tide of poor play.
The conventional wisdom seems to be that Antonio Pierce was the closest thing to filling the leadership void that STILL exists in the absence of Michael Strahan, and without Pierce hurt there was only so much his mates could do in his absence. Could no one else step into the void? Could not Coughlin have motivated one man to step up and be a leader? I wonder if he has just become a yeller that doesn't scare anyone anymore.
In a Jeckyll and Hyde season for the Giants it was the ugly Hyde, with his snaggle teeth and tufts of unkempt chest hair popping out of his tunic, that prevailed. Now all the Giants have left is the opportunity to play spoiler to Minnesota's playoff seating….and I acually wouldn't be surprised if this vastly less pressured motivation ends up better for the Giants, especially against the suddenly struggling Vikes. 30-25 Big Blue to close out the season with a shred of dignity intact.
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Written by Mark Reichman