A Giant Versus A Cowboy

Fran & I engaged in a bona fide conversation last night over who would really win a fight between the actual mascots these teams represent during the Giants/Cowboys game.

I said Cowboy would win. Reasoning: Cowboy would be riding a horse, naturally, and be using a gun or lasso of some sort. He'd be equipped. Maybe not specifically for batling with Giant but definitely ready for a tussle of some sort. From what I understand about Giants he'd (or she'd) most likely be fairly clumsy and generally confused by Cowboys instinctive sense of violence. And not to mention how slow he'd be moving in comparison to Cowboy. Cowboy would be galloping rings around this dude. I'm envisioning Cowboy having Giants arms and legs roping and tied down in a matter of minutes. Then he'd build an amusement park around Giant, encorporating a rollercoaster that wrapped around the head of the fallen beast and maybe some swing hanging from his arms and a pool at his feet that carnival-goers could leap off the tips of the boot into some grande dive or cannonball.

Fran defiantly stated that Giant would win because he'd just smash the Cowboy, & his horse, and be done with it, but I didn't see the profit in that.

Either way, Giants crushed the Cowboys last night in a laughable 35-14 pillaging of both sides of Dallas' effort. Owens got the ball, like he always complains about, and subsequently blew easy catches and fumbled. Jerry Jones had to put in two quarterbacks, one worst than the other. I had to laugh out loud. A dream for Giants fans. A nightmare for fans of "Team America". 'Bout time.

Next week we philosophize over who would win between a Seahawk & Dolphin and a more interesing matchup of a Saint versus a Falcon. Sounds messy.