So asks the New York Post:
They’re planning a funeral today beginning at 1 p.m. under a broiling sun at the Linc, which could cook cheesesteaks on the visiting benches of a 100-yard field long and wide enough to convert to a burial ground for New York Football Giants.
Bloodthirsty fans spewing venom and lusting for a bloodbath will try to make the Giants feel as though they are trapped inside a modern-day Roman Colosseum, with no escape, and no hope.
They will sing “Fly, Eagles, Fly” and implore and exhort their flock of gladiators to leave Eli Manning in the same crumpled heap that Lawrence Taylor used to leave their Ron Jaworski.
This is no time and no place for a dream and a season to die.
This is no time and no place to fall to 0-3, because 90 teams have started 0-3 since 1999, and 90 teams have failed to reach the playoffs, according to Elias Sports Bureau.
No, this is the time and the place for the New York Football Giants to show some pride and poise and toughness and get off the canvas and make a stand that would change the complexion of this pockmarked season.
This is the time and this is the place for the New York Football Giants to leave a hushed and shellshocked enemy stadium walking tall and very much alive.
It’s up to them:
R.I.P: Rise in Philly.