You Gotta Be Kidding Me With This
Alright, so I’m sitting here, staring at the ticker, and what do I see from the New York Giants? Zach Triner, a long snapper. You gotta be kidding me with this. My dad used to tell me, a good long snapper is like a good referee – you never notice 'em until they mess up. But when you’re 4-13, coming off a season where the offense looked like it was designed by a committee of confused pigeons, and the defense couldn’t stop a runaway hot dog cart on Fifth Avenue, a long snapper isn’t exactly getting the folks on the PATH train buzzing. This tells me we're filling holes, alright, but maybe not the gaping chasms everyone in New York City is actually worried about. It’s like putting a fresh coat of paint on a house that’s got a leaky roof and a foundation cracking down the middle.
Frankly, the mood from Hoboken to Morristown isn't exactly "thrilled" about signing Zach Triner. It’s more like a collective shrug, followed by someone asking if the Taylor ham, egg, and cheese is ready. We need playmakers, folks. We need a genuine threat at wide receiver who can actually separate, and an offensive line that doesn't crumble faster than a stale biscotti. And let’s not even start on the defensive side – we need consistent pressure, and some linebackers who can actually cover. This move, while necessary for special teams stability, doesn't change my expectations for next season one iota. We’re still looking at a tough climb, and I’m gonna need more than a long snapper to get excited.
The roster still needs a whole lot of everything, but if I had to pick, give me an edge rusher who can consistently get to the quarterback, or a receiver who can actually catch the damn ball in traffic. We're not going "all-in" with a long snapper, and we’re not rebuilding with one either. We’re just... existing. Big Blue bleeds blue, and so do I — from the Meadowlands to the grave.
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