Later, in the sanctity of the locker room, with a game ball in his hands, Eli Manning summed things up simply and succinctly — par for the course, right there — for both the teammates chanting his name around him and for the faithful who’d endured one more frozen afternoon when the numbers on the scoreboard finally shook out all right again.
“Nothing better,” Eli said, football in his right hand, bountiful happiness in his voice, “than being in this room on a Sunday afternoon after a win, boys!”
For three hours, Manning and the other fellows wearing the familiar blue jerseys delivered a reminder that these are precisely the kinds of Sundays we covet around here.