Baltimore vs. Cincinnati, Miami vs. St. Louis, or San Fran vs. Buffalo. Maybe the last one could be fun – only if Frank Gore and Marshawn Lynch each get 35 touches. We’re lucky enough to have Giants-Redskins and Colts-Browns. But if we didn’t … we’d seriously consider Jurassic Park.

All anyone wants to talk about is Plaxico Burress, who went all Cheddar Bob Friday night even though he didn’t have a carry permit for New York. Oops. What we didn’t discuss this morning – when the cops showed up at his house Saturday, Burress and his wife didn’t even open the gate. Not smart. His lawyer said today that Plax will be cooperating. He better be – you know Fidel Goodell doesn’t like it when the boys in blue get involved.

Just when you think the Giants might be distracted by Plax … they go into the rain and Washington and score on their first possession, and they’re rolling on their second. This is an offense that didn’t miss a beat when Tiki retired or when Shockey was traded. Insert a guy named Hixon, plug in a guy named Boss, and the machine keeps rolling.