Pats Media Love Fest Perpetuates, Giant Maladies Apparently Nothing Compared to the Boot
By Cecilio's Scribe on Jan 29, 2008 with Comments 0
From time to time we get a little tired of the Giants fans clamoring about the lack of respect their team receives. But, in this instance, the injustices and media bias are so great that even we can’t turn our heads and ignore it.
We’re talking of course about the media’s general lack of attention to the six Giants players who’ve been battling the flu over the past few days. It’s simply reprehensible. For the past week, we’ve incessantly heard about Tom Brady’s famous ankle. We’ve seen pictures of him from nearly every venue and wearing every manner of footwear – Pradas, boot, cool-guy sneakers. Yet, what have we seen from reporters about the ailing Giants? Virtually nada. Zilch. Zippo.
What? Poop and vomit aren’t of interest to you guys? Your “investigative reporting” doesn’t extend to flu-like symptoms? Hogwash, we say. At least John Clayton paid enough respect to the fans of this nation to inform them that Aaron Ross puked on the plane in Newark causing a delay in the Giants departure. But have you seen one shot of the chunkage? We all know the answer.
Were any cameras in or around Madison Hedgecock’s bedroom as he was laid up for two days with a high fever? Any bathroom reports on Michael Johnson or Manny Wright? Not big enough stars? How ’bout Strahan whose voice still hasn’t recovered since the trip back from Green Bay? The answer to all of this questions is “no” and, to be honest, it’s inexusable.
Hopefully, with bootgate wrapping up, the journalists will show their integrity and start getting some interviews from the can, some candids over a garbage can or two and even just a few quick clips of the G-Men in their PJs buried in Kleenex. Damn it, the Giants and their fans deserve it. Is it so hard to show a little sympathy to the underdogs?
Filed Under: Uncategorized
About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.

