Over the past few years, there’s been a unique frustration in watching the Giants lose on national broadcasts. Somehow, even the very best Giants teams of recent vintage have, under the auspices of Buck, Verducci & company, devolved into thumbless shamblers flop-sweating all over the diamond. They’ve repeatedly embarrassed themselves in front of the nation to a Spicerian degree, leaving us fans to point at the standings in protest as a normally very successful team gets blanked by Jamie Moyer wearing flip-flops.
It was kind of fun, really. The Giants would get thwomped on national television all year, and then they’d amble into the playoffs like a simple country lawyer into a courtroom, snapping their suspenders, fixin’ to show some fancy Harvard fellas how it was done down here.