Last night was MNF heaven.
In a game featuring the return of a division rival’s new coach to the city and stadium where he had previously won a couple of Super Bowl’s, the stage was set for a team and it’s fans to deliver an emotion-charged homecoming welcome and, hopefully, an ass whoopin’. What all viewers were treated to was one of the best contests the popular show has ever delivered.
The Giants hate the effing Cowboys and remember well their dominance in the much of the ‘90s. They’re not in the least bit saddened by the Boys later demise at the hands of Dallas’ unpopular, meddling owner. Any chance they’d have to rub their faces in some muddy New York turf would be met with great anticipation.
It certainly started off well for the home team as they picked off the Cowboy quarterback in the first quarter and returned it 30 yards for a touch, further placing his questionable legitimacy in doubt among the Dallas faithful. It looked like a rout with a side of whoopass was on it’s way.
But Dallas and quarterback Carter rallied and began to rack up points behind the obviously well thought out game plan of their coach, ex-Giant Bill Parcells. They led 20 to 7 at the half, conditions under which he’s gone on to lose the game twice while winning 38 times in the past.
However, New York wasn’t finished either and ran off 15 near the end of the 4th to tie with a couple of minutes left. Driving an inspired and confident offense near the end, Collins positioned the Giant kicker to make an easy chip for a 3 point lead, 32 to 29, with 11 freakin’ seconds left. Many headed for the exits.
Enter fate. As the squibb kickoff meandered toward the Cowboy pylon, it began to veer out of bounds and exited at the one yard line, thus giving the Boys the ball at the 40 with no seconds run off the clock. One quick completion later and the Cowboys kick a 52 yarder, good by a foot on the left, to send the game into OT. Beauty.
A drive, punt, punt and drive later and Cundiff kicks his 7th FG of the game to give Dallas and Parcells an unbelivable 35 to 32 heart stopping victory over his old team.
It was a great game, exciting and momentum swinging and at times very well played. It should firmly cement the acceptance of Parcells by the Dallas regulars and provide hope of many winning performances and playoff contentions in the near future.
But I’m hesitant. Something just doesn’t seem right.
Bill Parcells anywhere other than the sidelines of a northeastern team just seems wierd. Unnatural. Pigskin Koyaanisqatsi.
As much as I’d like him to stay, as sure as I am about the success he’d be bound to encounter, I just can’t believe this partnership is real and that it’s going to work long term. Something won’t let me embrace the pairing, something in the recesses of my mind says this is temporary and that his heart is still in New York and the rest of the Tuna will soon follow.
Am I alone here? Do others see the Texas match as just and good or is there a bond there that will someday bring Bill back New York way?