
Russell Wilson brings in a hefty legacy and a polarizing persona — but what will he cook for the Giants?
NY Post
There’s something about Russ.
The earnestness in every word. The volume of those words, like a trickle that becomes a steady stream that becomes a torrent.
The positivity that never quits. Enthusiasm that never wanes. The glass half-full that never empties. The name-dropping. The politeness. The cordiality. The conviviality. The smile.
The sunglasses, indoors, at night. The celebrity wife. The strong religious faith he wears proudly. The high-fashion clothing and jewelry he sports. The “Let Russ cook’’ plea to allow his improvisational skills to shine, and the “DangeRuss’’ social media persona, carefully crafted.

Suddenly, someone had hit a rewind button and everyone had been transported back seven months. It was early spring instead of late fall, it was broiling hot outside the arena walls and not freezing cold. Everyone was back at TD Garden. There were 19,156 frenzied fans on their feet begging for blood, poised for the kill.












