To fight the unbeatable foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow,
To blame everything on Daboll.
Today, the New York Effing Football Giants chase their rightful place in history.
They play the Raiders, a team so woeful that old-time fans still can't remember the city they represent.
They face the ultimate quest: To lose to the losingest losers - the lost loss leaders - on their righteous path to the first pick in next spring's NFL draft.
Or they can win an utterly meaningless game, costing them the first pick, and - frankly - condemning both them and their horrified fans to suffer for the rest of our meager, unfulfilled lives.
Lose two more games - just two - and the Giants can draft first. They can either select a QB (because they managed to ruin Jaxson Dart in barely one-half season) or trade their top pick for a bundle of other choices.
There is one impossible dream.
And the world will be better for this.
That one team, weak and covered with scars
Still strove with its last ounce of hubris
To draft an un-draftable star!
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