YouTube user Gonzobanana made a rather entertaining Tom Coughlin video, which he titled “Tom’s Favorite Things.”

Well done, Sir.

You have done Tommy proud.

TIKI’S A PUSSY!

New York Giants wide receiver David Tyree, famous for his catch in Super Bowl XLII against the Patriots, is a fan of Jesus Christ.

Fan, fanatical, whatever.

This man has a Jesus hockey jersey, a Jesus rhinestone hat and, quite possibly, Jesus’ tear ducts.

My favorite quote:

“Men having bouts with women. Sex, drugs and alcohol — all the evils that the enemy puts before us”

Basically, Tyree imagined he was playing against Satan’s squad in Glendale.

Bill Belichick, the adulterous letch.

Willie Anderson, the weed fiend.

With his wet brain, Tedy Bruschi might as well be an alcoholic.

Here is another quote.

“Those on the borderline, hop the fence. Don’t look back. Don’t look back. Don’t look back.”

With this statement, Tyree shows he is a real man of Jesus. It isn’t about politics, because any Jesus freak worth his salt wouldn’t turn away his God-loving neighbors to the south.

Tommy, fresh off the Super Bowl, confronts Terry-fucking-Bradshaw.

Tommy, as ornery as ever, fights the good fight at the podium in a pregame media session.

With peyote at their disposal and Tuesday’s media day in the books, Tom Coughlin and Bill Belichick decided to order up a cactus pizza to celebrate.

Couglin, the world’s biggest Doors fan, decided Glendale was the perfect place to try out his best Jim Morrison “Lizard King” impression.

Belichick, feeling a little bit like Robby Krieger, decided to follow Coughlin into the abyss.

The duo eventually caught up with actress Kate Mara — the great granddaughter of Giants founder Tim Mara — and hiked north toward the Grand Canyon.

Not much has been heard from them since they departed. But a video was sent to us.

All I can say is: ego destruction

Love and insecurities surfaced, along with Belichick’s political views, giving us a true glimpse into the bizarro world of NFL coaches, love and drugs.

Hope these guys can mentally recover by Sunday.

Tommy “fucking” Coughlin, fresh off the NFC championship win over Green Bay, was out of hand in the post game press conferences.

His demeanor and intensity mirrored a buzzed Charles Bukowski.

In the first video, Tommy sounded off on Troy Aikman’s comment about his spotless complexion and Brett Favre’s seemingly forgotten drug use. Oh, yea, he left a little parting message to his favorite melanoma-head, Tiki.

In the second video, Tommy wails on about his drunken Scottish kicker, Lawrence “Tynes Tyme.” Tommy, seen funneling a 12-pack of Natural Ice during the locker room celebration, once again brought Tiki into the conversation. Real big surprise, I know. But when Tommy’s blood begins to mix with booze and tingle, evil Tiki thoughts sprout from his subconscious.

Enjoy, sickos.

There’s an entire cornucopia of reasons that made yesterday’s Giants victory over the Cowboys a euphoric moment for football fans across the nation. From the failure of Tony Romo, to the TO mental breakdown, to the simple fact that the Cowboys losing equals pure, unadulterated joy, it was a reminder that you can actually be happy on a Sunday. The day does not always have to end up with you taking out the chainsaw and spinning around with it in the middle of the street a la Leatherface at the end of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

My favorite part of the game’s result is the fact that now the NFC Championship Game will be played in Lambeau Field in Green Bay, the Mecca of the National Football League.

If the Cowboys had won, I’d be disgusted just thinking about another game in the rathole that is Texas Stadium. The name alone causes me to froth at the mouth and break out in hives. Texas Stadium? I know Texans tend to have the circulation to their brains cut off by those ridiculous bolo ties and umpteen-gallon hats, but it’s still a mockery that the franchise is allowed to call their home a stadium.

Just imagine your friend gets a new car. He tells you it’s a convertable and your psyched to go cruising in the summer with your hair blowing in the wind. You tell him to come over and pick you up. He shows up in a 2000 Maxima with a sunroof and you’re wondering where the new whip is. This is it, he tells you. My convertable.

Nonsensical, right?

Well, Dallas, that’s you. You’re the friend. So cut the fucking charade already. Man up and admit your “Stadium” is just a fucking dome with a sunroof.

Fucking Jerry Jones. What kind of shit is that? Who greenlit this monstrosity in the first place? Only a Texan — or maybe a Carpathian — would pull a move like that.

But, once again, we have proof that there is a God. Just like every other non-Dallas fan, I’m geared up to get to see this Giants-Pack matchup live from Lambeau this weekend. Nothing beats NFL football outside in January, where it was always meant to be played.

Tommy was rumored to have been sipping on a bottle of fucking Svedka during fucking warm-ups.

He stopped drinking fucking whiskey because dark fucking liquor was screwing with his rosy red fucking complexion.

But don’t fucking worry, Tommy is as fucking frisky as ever. Look at that fucking face, look at those fucking cheeks!

This is the fucking face that fucking God crafted for human-fucking-kind.

So, without further ado, we present you with Tommy’s newest fucking film role!

Our clownish friend, Bruce Beck, caught up with good ol’ Tommy C. before the Giants vs. Pats pre-season game at Foxboro. Word is that Tommy had an Irish lunch — 12 pints of Guinness, mashed potatoes with Baileys gravy and corn beef marinated with Jameson. He didn’t even use a fork to eat it.

Well, he isn’t quite sure about his job security, wants Eli’s balls to drop and still wants to skewer Tiki.

Right on, Tommy!

Enjoy!

Fire in the hole.

Tommy ‘Red Cheeks’ is fucking pissed.

After slamming a quart of Tullamore Dew during the first half of the Jets vs. Giants pre-season game, he really let it rip at halftime.

Hey, good fa’ him.

TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!

In a shocking turn of events, Eli Manning fired back at ex-teammate Tiki Barber Tuesday, essentially telling the running back turned opinion machine to stick it where the sun don’t shine.

“I’m not going to lose any sleep about what Tiki has to say,” Manning said before practice at the University at Albany. “I guess I could have questioned his leadership skills last year with calling out the coach and having articles about him retiring in the middle of the season, and (how) he’s lost the heart (to play). As a quarterback you’re reading that your running back has lost the heart to play the game and it’s about the 10th week. I can see that a little bit at times.”

ZING!

Wow. I’m shocked that our little Elizah came out and blasted Barber in that fashion, seemingly coming ever so close to calling him a “traitorous cunt.” Oh, how he has grown. It still seems like yesterday that he was making pig vomit faces at the NFL Draft and wiping the milk off his peach fuzz mustachio.

God that picture makes me nauseous. Fuck it, Eli’s still a schmuck.