Plax - cold hands didn't matter Photo by Jed Jacobsohn-AFP-Getty	Lawrence Tynes finally got hot Photo-David J. Phillip - AP

What was Sunday's Giants victory over the Green Bay Packers really about?  To me, after watching the tape, it was all about many cold hands and one foot.  Whose hands?  Well, Plaxico Burress's were in evidence all night.  There was also, of course, Amani Toomer.  And the hands that didn't LOSE a fumble all night, and, actually, for three games now, those of Brandon Jacobs and Ahmad Bradshaw.  There were also the hands of Eli Manning, using one glove only, throwing lots of completions right on the button.  There were illegal hands to the face too, but more than any others, today I would like to pay tribute to the hands of TE Kevin Boss and special teamer Domenick Hixon.  Boss recovered Jacobs's fumble at the goal line.  Hixon recovered still another R.W. McQuarters fumble amongst several furiously groping men in green.

The foot, of course, belonged to Lawrence Tynes, who, after  failing to put the ball through the uprights on two previous occasions, finally solidly kicked the hell out of that last kick, putting out of his mind the things that went before, like a bad snap, like a scolding from his coach.  That singlemindedness put the Giants back into the Super Bowl.  It also solidified his career, I'm sure, but that's quite beside the point.

Was there ever a game that was more fun to watch?  The lead changed hands seemingly all night long before finally evening up at 20 with almost the entire fourth quarter (and ultimately overtime) to go.  The Giants dominated, it seemed, all night long, time of possession, yards on the ground, yards in the air, receptions, quarterback pressures, yet here they were, tied with a team that still, after all, boasted the world's finest quarterback and about five dangerous receivers.

But the "hands of the night" award was fated to go to arguably the MVP of the Giants post-season run, namely cornerback Cory Webster, who snagged Favre's errant pass to his favorite receiver, Donald Driver, and streaked down the sideline, setting up the G-Men for that last miracle kick.  I don't say "miracle" lightly either.  It was in zero-degree weather, the man missed two shorter kicks earlier and he had to listen to some vitriol from Coughlin on at least one of them.

All was forgiven in the aftermath of the victory, of course.  Coughlin joked that they just had to move the ball back a little farther.  Also forgiven in those joyous post-game moments, I'm sure, were the R.W. McQuarters two fumbles and Sam Madison's impossibly poorly-timed unsportsmanlike penalty that killed still another Giants drive.

What's abundantly clear after these three playoff wins is that this really is a team.  You can't pick one player on whom to focus.  The quarterback, of course, gets most of the credit, but what's new?  And who's more deserving?  Eli had been the whipping boy all year for talk-radio, especially one mean-spirited cretin who can't pronounce most English words over one syllable, for former Giants running backs, for TV pitchmen disguised as football analysts....for most of the NY print-media.  He's certainly answered all his detractors, controlling the game, setting a selfless example, and showing the same coolness in the pocket that so annoys all of those pickers of bones.  Where was Eli to be found, directly after the game?  Looking for someone in the stands, concern written all over his face.  It's easy to play for a guy like Eli.

But, even given Eli's performance, what about the coaching staff, in fact, the entire management team !  There is a GM who seemingly picked all the right players, a head coach who has his team ready to play each week, an offensive coordinator choosing all the right plays, a defensive coordinator who no quarterback can quite figure out, and owners who just keep smiling.

And what about these new players?  Tight end Kevin Boss, in addition to recovering that critical fumble on Sunday, has been a huge 6'7" presence, he gets open, and he catches everything coming his way.  Ahmad Bradshaw missed eleven games and came back running hard and fast.  Steve Smith, the wide receiver, has been a magnificent third option behind Plaxico Burress and Amani Toomer.  Justin Tuck stops the run and pass.  Even players we never heard of like that cornerback Pope have stepped in without missing a beat.  Domenick Hixon, Madison Hedgecock, the list goes on and on.

The veterans have performed as well as, if not better than, ever.  Michael Strahan, Burress and Toomer, the entire offensive line, the leader of the defense, Antonio Pierce, who made a miraculous game-saving stop on a screen pass in Sunday’s game, wrapping up the running back and his blocker until help could arrive.  The veteran offensive line has stood up to the rigors of the Patriots, Bucs, Cowboys and now Packers. Feagles, the punter, is a marvel at 41 years of age.  And of course there’s Tynes.

If I were the Patriots, I’d be a little nervous.  For, as perfect as they have been, for eighteen games now, can they continue that perfection for another game against a team that’s only been perfect for four?  Even though the Pats beat the Giants in that last game of the season, they only won barely, and that on a rather unfortuitous quirk of fate, a blown coverage after an injury to a cornerback.

And the Giants are now a curious mirror of the Pats.  There is balance everywhere, an offense with two good running backs, a strong offensive line, and a bevy of receivers. There is a defense with a gunslinger mentality, a reflection of its new leader.  Its special teams have truly been special down the stretch.  But, most of all, they play as a team, they win as a team.  Sound familiar?