WASHINGTON — You get the feeling that if the mascots of our sporting franchises could gather at a local saloon, the conversation might go something like this:
MR. MET: “Boy, is my team ever dysfunctional.”
FATHER KNICKERBOCKER: “Hold my beer!”
FIREMAN ED: “Hold my keg!”
The Giants, famously, do not have a mascot, and it’s just as well, because as much as Dave Gettleman seems to want to wash ashore the Island of Misfit Toys that litters New York’s sporting landscape, they simply can’t get a seat at the table.
Heck, they can’t get out of the local NFL qualifying round.