Thank You Daniel Jones

[MrGap92]

I know many of us have various opinions, and ultimately, things didn't pan out as we had hoped with DJ. But, despite where any of us stand, it deserves acknowledgment, that while it was not meant to be, DJ did work as hard as he could, gave it everything he had to become good at the sport, and he certainly was tough (not everyone recovers from the types of injuries he had, especially as quickly). He may not have ever been the guy, and it all may not have ever translated to on field success, but his work ethic and the effort he put in to try to be successful, should not be up for debate regardless of it not working out.

No hard feelings, he should make a fine backup elsewhere, maybe even a bridge starter both roles are a better fit for his skill level. I wish him the best in whatever the future holds. There will be differing opinions on talent or lack thereof, but he at least had the work ethic and character of a Giant. As a person, he is as good of one as they come, which deserves recognition.

[MightyGiants]

I am sorry things didn't work out, and I can't ever recall a guy who worked harder and suffered more just to keep us entertained. 

[Philosophers]

You died as a Giant as the warrior and high character human you are.

RESPECT.

[Ed Vette]

Thank you, DJ for all your hard work and for being the example of great character becoming a NYG. Much success in your future years as a QB in the NFL.

[kartanoman]

An interesting "debate," or "paralysis of overanalysis" of "he meant this when he said that," and so forth.

Can't we leave it at:

"Thank you, Daniel Jones. Good luck on your future endeavors."

"It's been a hard ride, Daniel Jones, but you've been a pro's pro throughout."

"Daniel Jones, we hardly knew ye! But I tip my hat to ya, and raise me glass as I say 'May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face, and rains fall soft upon your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.'"

But there has to be someone to toss a stone in the old Guinness and bark,

"Don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya!"



Oh, to be a Giant fan scorned!



Peace!

P.S. the humor of this post went out with the boys who were toasting ol' Danny Boy at the ol' pub a few hours before I hit the POST button. Such is the life of a gimpy, retired, one-legged kicker these days; albeit a Polish-bred one working on his Irish twang ... must be too many pints with the Mrs. whose Irish spunk drinks me under the table every time, and getting called out a pant-wetting lily-hugger. Ugh!

[Trench]

I am sorry things didn't work out, and I can't ever recall a guy who worked harder and suffered more just to keep us entertained. 

Brad Van Pelt