I didn't watch the Eagles play the Giants last night, for two reasons: (1) As
the dad of a toddler who seems to enjoy waking up in the middle of the
night, I try to catch a few good hours of Zs when I can; and (2) whenever
the Giants and Eagles do battle, I am reminded of the one that got away.
You might remember it, too. The Miracle in the Meadowlands.
I first heard about the astounding combination of stupidity and inept play
on the radio.