"OKay kids: see if you can jive with this one. What are some of the funniest, most outrageous, slickest, or coolest stories you have stocked up about an encounter with the Giants?

Example: when I was something like 14 or 15 years old, I was a MAJOR Joe Morris fan. I used to have this poster of Little Joe on the door of my room, and I kept a Joe Morris card in my wallet for superstition during the games and good luck. One day, my dad was playing in a Jaycees basketball game against some of the Giants, including Joe, in my town. There was this little kid sitting behind Joe in the bleachers. I decided to pay the kid off $5.00 so I could sit there instead. I got to chatting with Joe and showed him my card; then a couple times I went up to Offense Defense Football Camp to pick up my brother and connected with Joe. In essense, we became friends. Joe ultimately ended up calling my brother and me when it was time for training camp for a few years, and invited us to come down as his special guests at Fairleigh Dickenson when they practiced there. Joe gave me protective warnings over the years about not falling for any of the guys on the team (cause they were sleezy 20-somethings), he got the '86 team to ALL sign a special plaque for my birthday (maybe it was my graduation), and he also invited my brother and me to sit at his table at LTs restaurant the night they did the Joe Morris retirement party. Special times. I am not really sure where Joe is now, but boy he made this kid feel pretty cool!

I bet there are some fun stories amongst us. Care to share?"

"One more, although it's quite different and doesn't directly involve me - I was the local music store last month and the fellow behind the counter remembered that my father played for the Giants - and tells how his father was a WW II US Marine who fought on Iwo Jima and I said - I know where you're going - Jack Lummus, New York Giants 1941. Yes - his father met Jack Lummus in the Marines and they were friends and all his life growing up whenever the Giants were on TV he'd tell the story of how Jack Lummus died during the assault on Iwo Jima and was awarded the Medal of Honor for his heroic bravery. Then he took me into the office and showed me a picture on the wall of his father standing on the summit of Mt. Suribachi with other Marines including Ira Hayes under the flag - taken probably minutes after the famous flag rasing photo - and a braclet made for his mother by Hayes out of scrap metal from a plane that had been shot down. After the war the Giants put plaques in the Polo Grounds to honor Lummus and Al Blozis, also killed in the war, but the plaques did not make it to the Meadowlands - it would be nice if something was done at the new stadium to remember their stories. "