This is one of those games, one of those weeks, when you need to take a deep breath before you say or think or write anything that, in the moment, feels 100 percent the right thing to say, or think, or write. This is one of those games — one of those weeks — when your first instinct, your primal urge, to start lining Giants up against a wall, and point at them.
“You’re fired!” you shout at one.
“You’re benched!” you scream at another.
“You’re cut!” you sneer at the next guy.