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"It's a marathon, not a sprint, but I still gotta win the race" - Met Life, The New York Giants Blog

An ode to one of my favorite Drake albums, More Life... Introducing Met Life.

The same Giants content, just slapped with a new name and logo. My fandom for the Giants date back years. I remember Victor Cruz wearing No.3 in preseason, celebrating both Super Bowl's in the 2000's, and being hyped when OBJ made the one hand snag.

I grew up watching some of the greats. Eli Manning, Michael Strahan, Justin Tuck, and many more. I also loved watching guys who dawned the Big Blue like no other. Tiki Barber, Jeremy Shockey, Osi Umenyiora, Mario Mannigham, and JPP.

Those were simpler times. Since starting House Enterprise and writing about the GMen, I've endured a 10–23. Headaches and Heartaches. Now, it's a new era of Giants, and a new era of fandom. Times have been tough, but the tides seem to be turning.

For the first time in a while, I am actually excited to write about the Giants. I am no foolish New Yorker. They won't make the playoffs. The ceiling is a 9-8 team. The floor is No. 1 overall pick.

But the building blocks are their. For starters, I'm pumped for the new regime.

We've said this time after time. Dave Gettleman, Pat Schurmer, Ben MacAdoo, Joe Judge. But truly, this feels like the winning formula.

Joe Schoen just drafted impeccably, landing two studs in Evan Neal and Kayvon Thibodeaux. He seems like a budding superstar in the league. And then there is Brian Daboll, who truly is different. He comes from successful regimes at Alabama, New England, and Buffalo. He says the right things, and he knows how to make a team. He is a locker room guy.

When the Giants shipped up to New England for the Patriots preseason game, they stayed in downtown Providence, not too far where I live. I drove past the Omni Hotel on game day after a round of morning golf, and I saw Daboll dressed in his full Giants coaching gear at 9am. A leisurely stroll with a fat Cuban in his hand, he popped down on a bench with a few of the coaches.

I parked my car and acted normal. I strolled by Daboll and said "Coach, there aren't many Giants fans up in New England, excited to cheer you on, good luck this season."

He took his cigar out, stuck his hand out for a shake, and said "Thanks Buddy, Let's Go!!".

If I wasn't already sold, he solidified the deal.

It's been a busy summer and I have been swamped in Yankees content, so expect some Giants stuff leading into September. The 53 man roster seems to be set. All eyes are on the first game against Om's Titans. I'm trying to not get my hopes up. Rome wasn't built in a day, but all this team can do is take every day by day.

Time go to work. Let's Ride.

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