The running back takes the handoff, plowing into gap on
first down. There's just one problem:
the gap isn't there, the offensive line having failed to get any push against
their defensive counterpart. Second
down, Eli Manning looks down the field for his receivers. Doesn't see anything. Neither do we at home. Incomplete.
Last chance. Manning dumps a
short screen the running back; he gains some yards but no first down. Time to punt.
I turn and say, "Well we've picked up right where we left off
haven't we?"
In my
recent life as a born-again sports fan, I've been blessed to root for some
pretty solid teams. It's one of the
perks of living in New York. I've seen
some failures (the Jets' recent spirals) and some prolonged failure (the Mets)
but these always felt peripheral. I
shuddered at the thought of the fans rooting for shitty teams around the
country. While I probably can't say I
identify with the Cleveland Browns fan base (this would be akin to being under
house arrest and comparing it to the plight of the Palestinian people) but I've
gotten a taste of that terror for about a year courtesy of my own New York
Giants. The same Giants whose recent
Super Bowl victories kindled my resurgent sports fandom. The same New York Giants who these days
barely look capable of winning a professional football game.
Still,
watching them play the Hall of Fame preseason game against the Buffalo Bills
made me realize that I kind of enjoy watching the team struggle. Well, maybe "enjoy" is the wrong
word. But there was a certain comfort to
the continuity from last year. There are
no new problems, merely the same old problems which plagued the team's offense
last year. An offensive line that does
more harm than good. A revolving door at
running back. Some of Eli Manning's more
questionable throws. The realization
that while Victor Cruz makes for a great number two receiver, he is ill suited
to being the offense's first option.
Thinking
back on last year, I wonder how we were able to score at all, let alone win
seven games. In points per game, our
offense was the fifth worst in the league, scoring less than half of what
brother Peyton's Denver unit scored in the same year. The Giants lost their first six games of the
year, but rallied to win seven out of their last nine. They did this with grit, determination, and
lots and lots of field goals. Some were
close games, some were not so close games, all were ugly games.
The scarce
scoring that did go on doesn't really stick out in my memory. I imagine they must have snuck these drives
in the middle of the game when I was in the bathroom or distracted or walking
out in frustration. The openings in
particular were brutal: This probably isn't true but it feels like every game
opened with a three-and-out. I can say
with certainty that this preseason game started as such.
Late in
the first quarter, the first team offense got going, running the ball well and
eventually scoring. Then the
commentators jumped in and reminded us that the Bills had already taken their
first team defense off the field. That
took the buzz off the touchdown just a bit, making it feel like the kind of
cheap trick that seemed to fuel their second half winning run from last year.
And at
the end, without ever looking sharp or good, they won. The second half didn't feature much scoring
(the final score was 17-13) and was generally overshadowed by interviews with
the latest class of Hall of Fame inductees.
Even they were overshadowed by an emotional video on Bills legend Jim
Kelly and his fight against cancer. I
couldn't help but wondering whether or not Kelly, 20 years retired and
cancer-stricken to the degree where his short term survival is in question,
would've outperformed the dynamic duo of backup quarterbacks Ryan Nassib and
Jeff Tuel. Nassib(Giants) and
Tuel(Bills) spent most of the second and third quarters trading mind-boggling
throws, each seemingly trying to one-up the other in poor decision making.
We
shouldn't read too much into this game.
It's the preseason, and this game in particular was a week before the
preseason proper. There was a lot of
rust to shake off. Still, I can't quite
shake the feeling that our next preseason tilt will open with yet another
three-and-out. And I'm weirdly OK with
that.
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