Allow me to be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday, Eli.
It’s so hard for me — for all of us, really — to realize that you turn 39 on Friday.
I’ve watched you grow from a boy into a man. A husband and father of four. We all have.
And I have to confess that I grew a bit sentimental on Monday when you stood in front of your locker answering questions for the last time as a New York Giant before you smiled and shook our hands for the last time and went on your way, probably to shake hands and say goodbye to coaches and staffers who will forever remember you as The Pride of the Giants, in every way.