My daughter's last hamster died last night. His name? "Giant"! I kid you not. She named him that not because she's a Giants fan, but because is was the biggest of a litter another of her hamsters had a few years a go. Before the game, she buried him in the yard and came in the house and said "Dad, I just buried Giant". It was at that point I knew something crazy was going to happen today. Of course, that didn't stop me from smashing a remote control ($15) when we went down 24-3 at the half.