  The idea that would consume two years of his life and drain
$20,000 from his bank account, the obsession that turned his
garage into a jaw-dropping shrine for his favorite football
team, came to him in the middle of the night.  Don Martini had
been searching for a new project. He had built kayaks and
gazebos and furniture in his Blairstown workshop, turned his
backyard into a village with an elevated rail for model trains,
a working windmill and a lighthouse. He needed something else.
Something bigger.  “I’m going to build Giants Stadium,” he
declared one morning, and his wife Janice replied the way you’d
expect to a statement like that.  “You’re crazy,” she said.  But
not even she could have known just how crazy. There is a line
fans cross between liking a team and taking it to another level.
Many tailgate before home games, but only a few do it with a
professional grill alongside a Winnebago painted in team colors.
Most know the names of their favorite players, but only a few
know their birth dates, too.