The New York Football Giants have stopped being the New York Football Giants.
Meet the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Giants.
Meet Ben McAdoo, the ringmaster who better find a way to become a taskmaster if he wants to keep his job.
Get a grip, Ben. Get a grip on your team before it is no longer your team.
Your “talented men of integrity” are beginning to betray you.
This latest kick to John Mara’s solar plexus is Janoris “Jackrabbit” Jenkins going all Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie on the organization and on McAdoo in particular for hiding somewhere in the Rabbit Hole on Monday following the bye week and earning an indefinite suspension.
Something is rotten in the state of Benmark.
What happened to Giants Pride?
Who hijacked the New York Football Giants?
The secondary, which only a year ago liked to call itself NYPD Blue — New York Pbad Defense — has become the powder keg for insubordination and turmoil: Eli Apple talking one day about the need for the culture to change; Rodgers-Cromartie practically begging the club to suspend him with me-first behavior; and now Jenkins — one of the few Giants playing up to his mbadive contract and coming off a Pro Bowl season — apparently either confusing the resumption of the season with voluntary OTAs or temporarily misplacing his cell phone.
You would have thought that Mara summoning Odell Beckham Jr. to his office following Beckham’s Stupid Pet Trick in the end zone in Philadelphia would have scared everyone straight.
From afar, and even closer, this gives the perception of rats deserting a sinking ship.
Rats who commandeered big-ticket contracts and cannot deal with adversity.
This comes one day after McAdoo agreed to a radio interview during which he painted the rosiest picture any 1-6 head coach possibly could about an unexpected winter of discontent.
It was Jackrabbit, remember, who left the field before the Chargers game ended, thinking the game was over, but was not reprimanded.
“As a member of this team, there are standards and we have responsibilities and obligations,” McAdoo said in a statement. “When we don’t fulfill those obligations, there are consequences. As I have said before, we do not like to handle our team discipline publicly. There are times when it is unavoidable, and this is one of those times.”
In other words, McAdoo tried to cover for his Jackrabbit.
He deserves better than this.
The danger for him is if this latest eyesore proves to be growing evidence that a mutiny is brewing on McAdoo’s bounty, he will not survive it, as much as ownership likes him and wants him to succeed.
Mara and Steve Tisch view McAdoo as a bright, energetic young coach with a bright future.
But that future is now for McAdoo.
Because he is not Ray Handley, because ownership almost always errs on the side of continuity and stability, McAdoo could survive the prospect of empty seats at MetLife Stadium, or of seats filled with Eagles, Cowboys and Redskins fans in December.
He might even survive 3-12-1, which Bill Parcells did once as a rookie head coach under George Young.
He will not survive losing the team.
Whatever worked for McAdoo last season, when everyone marched in lockstep towards that fifth Lombardi Trophy before the playoff loss at 1265 Lombardi Avenue, has stopped working.
McAdoo needs a few good men like Jonathan Casillas, who announced on Monday that he did not want to be traded by the Giants. “I would fight here no matter what the record is,” Casillas said.
If the ones wearing red clown noses and floppy shoes aren’t interested in playing for him, McAdoo better make sure the ones still proudly wearing blue do.