Sir Kenteth of Graham - Victorious!

Brad Van Pelt wore number 10 as well

Grahams claim to fame was that play and that he wasn't Dave Brown.The more you look at that throw it is more an amazing play by AT to keep that ball from being intercepted.

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I was young at the time of this game - I was like 13 or 14 - but I remember vividly telling all my friends that the Giants were going to beat the Broncos the week leading up to that game.

It was one of those weird quirks about the Fassel-era teams. I always felt most confident against elite teams and worried sick about playing bad ones.

but your: "You Must Be Ralph?" thread about your meeting Graham and his knowing about your through Rebe is probably still my favorite thread of all time.

I remember it well. I definitely think it was a TD, but in today's NFL it might not have been. When Toomer lands you can see the ball shift ever so slightly in his grip on his chest. Since he was out of bounds at the moment they may have upon review determined it to be not a catch.

Really says more about how receptions are viewed today and how difficult we've made it to officially catch a ball than anything.

and the way they finished the year.

I think the squib kick at the end sums up the Fassel era. Even when things were going well there was always a sense of 'What the heck!?!?'.

I could be completely wrong on this as it's been a while, but what I thought KG brought to the table was that he wasn't afraid to throw downfield. With Way and Brown, we had an OK power running game. Even if KG's completion % was low, the attempt at throwing it downfield complimented that ground attack. The D was usually good enough that they only had to connect or hit on a PI once or twice a game.

was really fun on BBI, thanks to Ralph's weekly (or was it daily?) threads on how a 4-8 team would run the table at the end of the season and finish 8-8. Still not good enough for the playoffs, but on the road to respectability.

Everyone - including me - shat on him at first, but the Denver upset shut us all up, and by Gawd at the end of the year, there we were, sitting not-so-pretty (but not-so-ugly, either) at 8-8. The unbridled optimism of Ralph.C, I'm sure, was the catalyst that catapulted that otherwise forgettable team into the annuls of mediocrity.

It was really fun to watch that happen.