Michael Strahan is, among many other things, a sensitive, insecure guy.
Bio: Greg Hanlon is a writer and reporter whose sports writing has appeared in The New York Times and on Slate. He is currently working on a book about the 1986 Giants Super Bowl season. He lives in Brooklyn, and his email is greg.hanlon[at]gmail.com.
Landry didn’t get the kill-shot he’s always looking for, but still, there’s something different about the way players go down when he tackles them. They crumble abruptly like dead guys in an ‘80s video game.
For the better part of his career, Mark Sanchez has been below average, but not awful.
To get blown out by the Bengals, a team that seemed constitutionally incapable of blowing out anybody before yesterday, requires the confluence of many breakdowns, all of which the Giants accomplished on Sunday.
Put it this way: The Giants just played three games they easily could have lost, and they won two of them.
The succession of catastrophic plays that knocked the Jets out of yesterday’s game 16 minutes in was so swift as to render memories of it hazy and fragmented, like a bad dream.
The championship-caliber narrative of the Giants' season was kept alive on Sunday by a fingertip.
They weren’t nearly as good as people said at the top of their ascent, and they’re not nearly as bad as people say now.
Someone put something in Bradshaw’s coffee yesterday.
It's hard to remember now, but Shonn Greene figured prominently into the optimism surrounding the Jets after the 2009 season.