Success is a derivative of humility, and over roughly the past decade of NFL football, no rivalry has diminished in prestige as much as the Cowboys versus the Giants. A few years ago, I went so far as to make a public call to ban staging this contest after 4 p.m. ET. One franchise became a vampiric private equity parody of itself while the other has taken so many horrifically bad—yet earnest—home run swings to dig itself out of roster hell that any player with a modicum of skill is forcefully buried beneath the worst offensive line in the sport (which is evident when those players leave and turn into the modern equivalent of Bo Jackson or Randall Cunningham on other rosters).
