Remember the old movie, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid with Paul Newman and Robert Redford? Butch and Sundance are on the run, being chased by a tenacious posse they just can’t shake. Finally, Butch looks over at Sundance — or vice versa — and says in absolute awe, “Who are those guys!” I think of that every week as I watch the Giants beat the crap out of whoever they’re playing — “Who are those guys!”
And, remember just about any old Errol Flynn swashbuckler movie like Robin Hood or Captain Blood or The Sea Hawk? At the end of each movie, Flynn always sword-fights the bad guy — someone like Basil Rathbone — and, invariably, swats Rathbone’s sword out of his hand and is poised to run the him through. But, instead, he laughs playfully and allows Rathbone to retrieve his sword. Then, finally disarming him again, he does run him through. I think of this too when I watch the Giants.
Yesterday, the Giants rang up 207 rushing yards on a Ravens team that was giving up only 65 yards rushing per game — en route to a 30-10 victory. For the entire first half, the Giants ‘O’ imposed their collective will on the Raven’s ‘D’ while, the Giant’s ‘D’ stuffed the Raven’s ‘O.’ But, then, on the final drive of the half, about to “run the Ravens through” by ringing up another TD to go up 27-3, Eli throws the ball to Ray Lewis.
The half ends 20-3 and the Raven are still in the game. The Giants have done an ‘Errol Flynn.’ They’ve given the Ravens their sword back. Difference is, they weren’t laughing playfully like Flynn when they did it.
Couple of weeks ago, completely dominating Dallas, 14-0, on their way to making it 21-0 and “running the Cowboys through,” Eli misreads Plaxico, tosses an interception which is returned for a TD and, suddenly the score is 14-7. The Cowboy’s have their sword back and, again, the Giants aren’t laughing. Luckily for the Giants, Dallas couldn’t capitalize.
Last week against that Eagles, the Giants are up 17-7, on their way to going up 24-7 and about to “run the Eagles through” when Brandon Jacobs turns into a decathlon dude and leaps over Assante Samuels. In midair, he gets smacked in the mouth and fumbles. Few minutes later, the Eagles have their sword back and, again, the Giants aren’t laughing. Philly is still very much in the game, 17-14 — and will stay in the game until the final gun.
Incredibly, the Giants keep giving their opponents their swords back — without an Errol Flynn laugh or MGM script — and, yet, somehow, they’re still they’re 9-1 and dominating the league. Imagine how dominant they can be if they’d just stop doing that damn Errol Flynn imitation and “run the damn opponent through” when they have the chance to? I mean, seriously — “Who are those guys!”