An Open Letter To Cheddar Plax...
Thanks Plax for ensuring the Giants won't have to deal with you for the rest of this season and quite possibly, your career. You've taken the whole 'shooting yourself in the foot' adage and given it a whole new spin. Now in your case, we've got 'shooting yourself in the leg'. Only thing is, in this instance a bullet didn't just go through YOUR leg. Your bullet may have hit every player and fan within the team's radius. The NFC's vastly improved with the unexpected rise of the South so to speak and it's not beyond the realm of possibility that division gets three teams in. Repeating as Super Bowl Champion is difficult enough on its own merits, but having to overcome injuries is one thing. They've done that marvelously so far this season. To have to deal with a dumbass teammate being gone for the year because he had to do his best Cheddar Bob impersonation in a club...that's something totally different. Injuries are nearly unavoidable on the field of play. Yours was more than avoidable, which makes it completely and utterly inexcusable. As has been said over and over again, you should've been trying your damndest to get back on the field to try and get yourself along with the rest of the Giants another ring.
But now, Eli and a trio of #2s will attempt to get New York back to where they ended last season. Top of the mountain, looking down at 29 other fallen victims that tried to lay siege to their kingdom. You will watch from home and well, only wonder what if. Me? I'm still realistic enough to think that without a preeminent playmaking receiver on the offensive side of the ball, it's damn near impossible to win a title in the NFL. (Oh and for those who doubt this and point to the 2002 Bucs or 2000 Ravens, those teams had defenses that may as well have been their offense. The Giants don't have a defense THAT good in my humble opinion.) To be perfectly honest Cheddar Plax, I don't want you back in Giant blue. I see now why the Steelers were perfectly content with letting you walk. You are as you said in your sitdown with Pam Oliver, your own worst enemy. You are at best, a talented receiver who underachieved throughout most of his career. To mention you alongside the likes of Moss, T.O. and Harrison is an insult to them and what they bring to the field every Sunday. Yes, that's in spite of the drama that follows the aforementioned Moss and Owens. Fuck dude, not even Skip's beloved Team Obliterator would do something that fucking foolish in the middle of a Super Bowl push. The Giants only blemish on the field this year came to a Clowns team in Cleveland on Monday night. Ever since then, they've been storming about like their name implies, Giants crushing all puny humans in their path. Against my own personal judgment, they sent Shockey packing because he was deemed more trouble than he was worth. Kevin Boss has been fairly good replacing him and now, we'll see how good Smith, Hixon and company are at replacing you. Someone asked me if it's likely that the Giants will get rid of you earlier in the week, before your season was snuffed and I said it was doubtful. The Giants as an organization has been pretty good about sticking it out with troubled individuals and rehabbing them, but in this instance, fuck it. Gotta go, gotta go as the late Robin Harris would say. You boneheaded move may cost the Giants their second straight ring, fourth in team history putting them behind only the 'Boys, Steelers and Niners as the gold standard for Super Bowl champions.
As Maya Angelou said and it's too true, the first time someone shows you who they are, believe them. You showed us who you are and well, I think we believe you. Have fun sitting on your ass for the rest of the season and try not to shoot yourself again.