Where are Mulder and Scully when you REALLY need them? I've always liked this myth the best.
The diggers sneak onto the field The stadium lights are all dark Looking for where a Teamster is there Buried somewhere beneath the park Once he was a giant among men But now nobody knows where he's gone Some think he may be in this stadium Lying under the Giants end-zone Hoffa, turn up, we're digging Digging for you down here If here's your berth, come out of the turf And tell us how you disappeared Rise up from the sands of the Meadowlands Oh, Jimmy how did you die? And Hoffa, we're digging for, digging for, digging for Hoffa, we're digging for you