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The glove looks like something Jack Dempsey would have worn in the bad old days of prize-fighting — a mitt, really, better suited for hitting a chin or, these days, a speed bag, than for dragging some poor quarterback to the ground.
Inside the glove resides the right hand that rocked the Giants’ world July 4 — topless thumb bent inward, a space where the index finger once was, three of the four remaining remnants swollen and gnarled.
It is with this deformed tool that Jason Pierre-Paul plans to give life to a pass rush that all but died when those fireworks exploded in his hand that summer afternoon in Florida.