At this point the NY Giants cannot even put on a watchable product. Every defensive star is out or on IR. The offense is pitching an undrafted QB with a sketchy QBR as the way forward this season. I legitimately think we could’ve done better with Jones. In fact, the Jones mythos is growing outside of the city to the point where I believe he will be picked up and be productive elsewhere (in the mold of sad Sam Darnold). What it really boils down to is this reality: NY teams are bad. NY Football teams are especially bad. Some of that is fan pressure to be sure–It is hard to be good enough for NY fans to feel you are that guy. Most of it boils down to the same thing that everything else boils down to–bad ownership. This is, after all, the city that made Trump famous… then Infamous.
Which brings me to the heart of today’s post: where you are and who you surround yourself with is a key determinant of what kind of life you are going to live and, in fact, how you view living life itself. The Lady Talis reminded me that it was Ten Years ago that she first got to visit my home city. It made me think about what the last ten years of my life have looked like. I’ve had some of the best and worst moments in my life over the last ten. Everything has accelerated and escalated to the point where the ten feel like 25. I’ve aged at least that much over time. A portion of that falls to where I am. This place is not healthy. I was born to buildings and green spaces. I live in the desert. It is low slung and sprawling and missing anything that resembles a healthy ecosystem. It has impacted me negatively. I don’t walk. I don’t practice healthy behaviors. Everything is seasonal, because after a certain month you cannot be outdoors unless you’re in the water.
I lost sight of what I wanted, who I wanted to be, and how to get it. That was a function of being here in this environment and being around people who were not going anywhere. Most everyone I knew had already arrived. As I looked around I realized that I’d arrived at a destination I wasn’t trying to head and there wasn’t a road here that was going to take me forward. It’s a stretch to make the connection back to football from this, but the facts are what they are. They Giants are in the same place I am–a dead end. When you reach that place, the only way forward is back.