ARLINGTON, Texas — This was the moment when the conversation surrounding football in Fun City changed forever: It was 7:21 p.m., Central Time, and Roger Goodell, the most-booed man on the planet, had just emerged from backstage at AT&T Stadium for the second of what would be 32 thorough mud-showers of venom and vitriol.
The hate subsided just enough for the folks in Jerry’s House to hear the news officially: The Giants really weren’t playing possum all these weeks. Penn State’s Saquon Barkley, talented enough that Dave Gettleman’s mother could see the running back’s extraordinary gifts, was clearly OK with Mrs.