My favorite moment of the Giants-49ers game was the shot of Eli Manning in the final minute of the fourth quarter, score tied at 17. Manning, after spinning away from the initial rush, had somehow squeezed off a pass to Ahmad Bradshaw right around the time the 49ers' Aldon Smith was knocking the quarterback into Sausalito. It was a nice, ballsy little play, the sort of move that made you realize that Eli has a lot more Archie to him than his brother ever did. Manning was left looking like something that had gotten snagged in the blades of your lawnmower. Helmet several degrees out of plumb, pads spilling out of his jersey, chin guard heading north toward his eyeballs, grass all over him. He was the Scarecrow after the flying monkeys had finished with him. He looked bad, and I'll be damned if, in that Maynard G. Krebs way of his, he didn't look a little badass, too.
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