Bill. Coached the Black Nights till offered the throne of the fly boys who he flew to national prominence. Pros beckoned. Made the Giants giant again and again then went to hell to the Was Boston Patriots owned by Kraft. Always Bill took Billy with him. Even after he got the beantown boys to the big time and blew back to the Apple to fuel the lowly Jets. Jersey Boy Bill found comfort in Gang Green and retired to an office trusting Billy to keep the Jets soaring. But Billy blew back to Bosstown and has been nothing but trouble since.
Bill went Cowboy for a while while Billy embraced Bad Boy Brady. Bill finally retired for good to his Jersey hood but Billy is back and up to no good.
Purple Birds. Our hope lied in them. The ravenous Ravens had the Pats down pat but for a toe of a sky snatcher and the guy who foots pigskins. The ray of light and Lewis that reached the field from the angry heavens was gone. He's off to Hawaii with the other fallen.
So now only the Giants stand in the way. Can Big Blue save the day?
Grabbing Gronkowski has a bit of a gimp but flanker spanker Wes still rides the wind like Mercury through defenses puzzled and muzzled by Billy and Brady's flying circus. Let the blitz begin.
Not since 1940 when England stood alone against the onslaught of evil has the fate of so many fans fallen into the hands of so few. What is G coach Coughlin to do?
Pound the rock. Even as B&B rack up the score. Hit and block. Make their shoulders sore. Brad Jack and Shaw must carry the day and ball till late in the first half they begin to crack the New England oyster. Let the play action begin. Then Cruz will cruise, Manningham will be the man and ole Saint Nicks will move the sticks. The thin Blue line of Osi, Canty, Tuck and lucky Pierre must allow no time for Brady to air.
Eli's coming. Top tier or no the score will show. In the final minutes it will fall into his hand. Strike up the band.
Duane Charles Parcells and Billy Belichick created this mess. Their coaching promiscuity, broken contracts and exchanged draft picks allowed an evil dynasty to fester in the far northeast. Now New York must kill the beast once and for all so that heavens light might once again fall on America's beloved game of football.
Go Giants.
Don Arrup
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