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When the clock struck P.M., and I officially started my day, I did what I always do:
By that point, the dust had already settled on the first Training Camp brawl of the 2021 NFL Season. Football is officially back, baby! **there very well could've been another brawl already, but sadly there's no way to know** The New York Football Giants had a team-wide brawl that included "franchise" quarterback Daniel Jones at the bottom of a good ole fashion dog pile. This thread tells the whole story:
Oh the horror!
As you know from reading allmy blogs from yesterday and the last six calendar years, I was a key returner AND loss for a 1-7 football team in the nation's smallest state. Clearly, I know a thing or two about the dog days of training camp. Just yesterday, out of the blue, my mom sent me this photo of me at Patriots Training Camp.
Those are the arms of a terrified little boy. I was rockin the fuck out of that Pats visor, I should've wrapped my arms around these underpaid babes.
One of my earliest playing days memories is when one of the coaches asked if an obese freshman (not me) was having a heart attack or a Big Mac attack. Of course, with all that testosterone and competition flowing, there's going to be some dust-ups at camp. Usually, the QB isn't involved. You're not even supposed to look at the QB for too long during practice. When they say "no contact" that includes eye. We did this drill once where there were like 15 guys on defense, and the offense had to try to score. I rushed the QB and pulled off with my arms up once I got close so I wouldn't touch him (and maybe break up a pass), but he like grazed my hand on his follow-through; honestly, I might've not even made contact, but the same coach who made the famous Big Mac line yelled at me more than I had ever been yelled at in my entire life to that point or since. It's a miracle I didn't cry. I thought I was going to get cut on the spot. But apparently, Danny Dimes is the poster child for that textbook Duke toughness, embracing potential unnecessary injury just to be one of the guys.
As much as I want to shit on the Giants, this is simply part of the game. It happens. By all accounts, the team is fine now. According to Logan Ryan himself, he and Engram are cool.
This likely won't matter in six hours. Hell, it barely matters now, but from all the reports Joe Judge was "livid" and possibly the angriest person that SNY reporter Ralph Vacchiano has ever seen in his life. That's no joke. If you're a NY sports reporter I'd imagine your entire career has been watching angry men yell at other angry men.
I know Joe Judge is still trying to find himself as a head coach and was clearly over-compensating today trying to break out of Belichick's shadow, but when one of your coaches is literally advertising fighting on his chest what the fuck do you expect to happen? Would you not Relax if you saw a Frankie Goes to Hollywood shirt?
Those shoes must be fresh out of the box with how white they still are.
These Giant players who had a medium-key brawl after Jason Garrett implied fighting is a-okay must have been confused as the guy on the adult ghost tour where you can drink and say whatever the hell you want got kicked out for talking about jizz and horse cock.
When you've screaming your lungs off like 2003 M. Shadows to the point where the band has to change its sound entirely, and you're worried you lost the team.
We'll know early in the season if this was a turning point for the G-men (who have only made the playoffs once since 2016) to come together as a team under second-year head coach Joe Judge or if it's another year in the NFC East's basement. My money is on 5-12 with a big Seahawks-like upset from last year. Maybe they beat the Bucs on MNF?
P.S.
Speaking of Corey Clement. That mother fucker never had control of the ball and stepped out of bounds on his "touchdown" in Super Bowl 52.
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