On Thursday night—amidst the backdrop of the Phoenix Open, the fallout from the Durant deal, and the hoopla of Super Bowl LVII—the NFL Honors flew somewhat under the radar. There, at Phoenix Symphony Hall, Patrick Mahomes was named MVP for a second time, Dak Prescott the Walter Payton Man of the Year, and first-year Giants steward Brian Daboll Coach of the Year.
Leading the Giants to a NFC Divisional berth despite the worst receiving corps in modern NFL history, Daboll earned every ounce of credit he received on Thursday, helping to turn around one of the decade’s most dysfunctional franchises in a single season. Mostly though, he deserved it for this red-carpet fit …
If you’re not already seething with jealousy that this man isn’t your team's coach, just wait. Following the ceremony on Thursday, Daboll was asked about his plans for the Super Bowl. After mumbling some generic coach speak about how he’d rather be playing in it than watching, he loosened his tie and dropped one of the most relatable quotes you will ever hear. Check it out.
Call up grandma and get her to macrame that for you. Then frame it and hang it above the TV for your sons’ sons and daughters’ daughters to read for generations to come. It’s an instant classic, right up there with Lombardi waxing on unattainable perfection and Andy Reid thirsting for a “cheeseburger” and his “trophy wife” after Super Bowl LIV. So go ahead, take a page out of Daboll’s playbook and waddle down to the grocery store for more nachos and beer. Diet starts Monday. Better bulk up.
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