The decade we leave behind has been a professional sports referendum on more incredulous ineptitude and incompetence than we deserve:
One New York Giants championship and mostly a revolving door of head coaches and general managers and fan disillusionment and disenchantment in every precinct.
Winters of our discontent bleed into little or no hope that springs eternal and Boys of Summer who inevitably become fall guys. Even the Yankees failed to raise that 28th championship flag.
And we witnessed one event, one play, one date that will live in sports infamy, especially in this town, that will forever remain the butt of jokes everywhere…
Did someone say BUTT?