ARLINGTON, Texas — He looked frozen with fear, under siege and frantically looking for receivers he could not find for one reason or another, his happy feet dancing to whatever sad song was playing in his head.
It was as if Eli Manning, the most shell-shocked 37-year-old in the building, was seeing the ghosts of Bob Lilly and Harvey Martin and Too Tall Jones on a night when he was reduced to being Captain Checkdown (33-for-44, 279 yards, 1 TD).
The best-laid plans of Dave Gettleman and Pat Shurmur are blowing up in their faces.
Déjà Blah.