By Lew Gould
I could rant and rave about the woeful Giants after their disaster at Hard Rock Stadium last night.
Here is another one to ponder:
If Daniel Jones knew then what he knows now, would he have been so eager to re-up with a team and franchise that currently has no idea how to serve and protect its quarterback?
There are so many issues sinking the Giants nowadays that singling out the pathetic support of Jones can be seen as lifting one rotten apple out of a barrel full of them. The whole darn operation is messed up and here we are, five weeks into a season that was supposed to be filled with promise and all the Giants have to show for themselves is that a case can be made that they are among the NFL dregs.
In a league where the norm is often not normal and form can be formless, the Giants are shaping up to be one of the NFL’s most predictable outfits.
They do what is expected of them and that is a rare trait in a team.
They dutifully traveled to South Florida, spent time in the sun and heat at Hard Rock Stadium, gave up big play after big play to the frenzied Dolphins attack, got Jones battered and then hurt, packed up and returned home Sunday night with a 31-16 loss that might as well have been predetermined.