Could this upcoming Giants game be bigger than the Super Bowl?

Never has a meaningless Week 16 Game meant so little, yet so much. Tomorrow's/today's (Whenever you're reading this) Giants-Pats tilt went from a battle of the backups to one in which its not even a question whether the starters will be out there. Which can only mean one of two things... the Giants organization either believes it has a chance or it doesn't want to get embarrassed on every channel from NBC, to ABC to Lifetime.

You may think to yourself, "Self, look at this. Just another New Yorker talking up his better than average team like its a Super Bowl contender." Well tell yourself that you couldn't be more wrong.

Aside from the fact that I am a Jets fan, it is besides the point. And as a Jets fan you know there is nothing I'd like more than another Boston milestone blocked by another New York team. Do I really believe its going to happen? No. Should the Giants be playing the starters? My answer is yes.

If you asked anybody last week if this game was even going to be remotely competitive after the Giants clinched a playoff berth they would say no. That was until the media stepped in. If the Colts-Pats in the regular season was the Pre-Super Bowl, this is the Post-Pre-Super Bowl. Or the Pre-Pre-Superbowl. Any way you cut it, it's as if the Giants are getting that playoff-like contender attitude and experience they would have never had otherwise.

And if they lose, they could very well go on and win the Super Bowl because of the atmosphere. Baby Eli finally his chance to shine or falter in the national spotlight. Giants fans will finally find out whether Eli is the Quarterback of the future or the Ryan Leaf of the past.

That being said, I would say that I'm about 80% sure the Patriots will win. I mean let's face it, as much as you Giants fans want to talk about how many times Osi and Strahan can pressure Brady, is he even the type to be affected? No. Never mind the fact that the Giants' themselves have their own problems, and not just the injuries. Their week-by-week gameplan seems to have more wrinkles than Junior Seau's face.

As much as I may hate it, all us Jets fans are Giants fans tomorrow and win or lose, let's just hope for a Brady season-ending injury. That's right.

Thank goodness for George Mitchell...

For without him, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Heck, I almost did steroids but now that I see what has happened, it might not be worth it. I'll just work hard and do things the right way.

Anybody who believed the previous is hereby banned from returning their stupidity to this website. We at ChewThemOut.com have enough problems. WE, in general, have enough problems. It's a good thing our government is taking out the time and money to assure us that every homerun hit will be the direct result of the weight lifting time gained from skipping classes in high school. You know, it's not like we're at war or anything.

After months and months of our tax dollars being poured into this 'revolutionary' investigation we see that the fruits of Mitchell's labor just happened to be, well exactly what happens when you eat fruit... crap. And did anybody else find it just a teeny (Barry Bonds') weeny bit suspicious that neither Mitchell's team (The Red Sox), nor the commish's team (The Brewers), nor the President's team (The Rangers) had no real superstars named? Not that Mitchell would omit anything, but perhaps he purposely didn't dig deep enough. Just a thought.

Oh what? You expected an in-depth report, delving into every user in a uniform? You expected Santa Mitchell to check his MVP list twice to see who had been naughty and nice? You expected ground-breaking stuff? OF COURSE YOU DID!

What did we get? A half-assed 6th-Grade level book report with two not-so-reliable sources, both in New York. I could have just read the Mitchell Report's first edition written by Jose Canseco.

So now we have maybe a quarter of estimated 'drug cheats' named, and even with not enough evidence to convict them in court, they've forever stamped the careers of 80 men with the Ecko Unlimited brand asterisk in the minds of fairweather sports fans everywhere.

And even those guys have either denied use or have only used once then stopped after all the guilt set in. What happened to the prolonged and excessive steroid abusers who's daily regimen's included taking more hormones in the butt than Richard Jefferson? (We hear the rumors RJ... we hear...)

Maybe that will be in the sequel.

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The Playoff Picture through the Eyes of a Yankee fan

Finally… Baseball has come back…. to ChewThemOut.com! ::Applause:: ::WWE lawsuit::

Somebody had to break up the football monotony. Well here it is...

Perhaps all you Yankee-hating brethren had written them off too early. And best of all as you watched the Yankees ascend towards the peak of the Major league standings, these same people are watching their own ‘insurmountable’ September leads shrink faster than Raphael Palmiero in the bedroom.

But let’s take a Bob Ross-like view of the playoff landscape, from the point of view of the Yankee fans. The exciting Brewers-Cubs race? We really don’t care. There are really just four teams the Yankees are worried about: The Red Sox, the Angels, The Mets and the Yankees.

The Red Sox

As it stands, the Red Sox and the Yankees are both in. And any Red Sox fan cannot feel too pleased about that. With Eric Gagne’s newfound horribility, Okajima’s fatigued arm, Manny’s being Manny and all the innings suddenly taking its effect on Dice-K’s arm, it would be safe to say all’s not well in Beantown. Hey you could hang your newly purchased faded hat on Josh Beckett and Mike Lowell but we both know it’s going to take more than that and Kevin Youkillis HBP’s to get past the Yankees.

The Yankees

And as for those Yankees, it’s funny that with the performance-enhanced lineup that the Yankees put out in the beginning of the season, that all you needed was a little Joba with Melky to make it potent. (Barry Bonds just took about 19 of those) Their enthusiasm has resurrected a once-dead clubhouse, and given the fair-weather Yankee-lovers something to watch other than A-Rod do his best impression of his MVP year with the Rangers. But even as good as the Yankees look, they still don’t want to face the Angels.

The Angels

Unless the Yanks were to surpass the Angels in the standings, it seems as if they’re headed for a round one collision with destiny against a team that’s always been their Kryptonite. With their three-headed monster of unheralded aces in Kelvim Escobar, John Lackey and Jared Weaver; compounded with a small-ball team and a glove-less batter who hits intentional walks for average its safe to say the other guys aren’t exactly jumping to play against them either. And if the playoff picture holds up, it seems as if this might be the team to beat.

The Mets

And as a New Yorker, I really do feel for you Mets fans. Not only do you cheer when Boston makes fun of New Yorkers, since you hate the Yankees more than you love yourselves, but your confidence is now shaken. Just when you thought you were on the cusp of goodness (let’s be real now), you realize that perhaps you were a little drunk when you took that hot supermodel home. I hold out hope, because the Mets are still the best team in the National League (as long as they don’t smell cheesesteak) and should have an express ticket for the World Series to play a vastly superior AL team. But hey, chances are the Yankees won’t be there. So I guess you’ll be happy first, and sad second.