That reek I smelled in my house last night, a wind that strangely came in from northeast of Texas and flowed counter to the jetstream, was the Giants' season. For some reason it resembled sewage.
I've lost faith in Eli. It took me longer than most because I remember his late-game heroics against Dallas on the road and Denver at home last year, and his performance at Philly this season. But for three weeks he's stunk.
And yeah, my initial thoughts about Tony Romo are worth about 100 lire (former Italian or current Turkish).