What follows is a timeline of sorts. It spans the past two decades and is the only way I can really express exactly why I love the New York Football Giants.
Late 1980s: Someone gifts baby Jay a Phil Simms t-shirt. I wear it, alot.
1990s: I get into Star Wars. In a bad way. Ken Ehrler and I play the customizable card game. Football is forgotten in lieu of lightsaber lovin’.
2000: Jim Fassel makes his “guarantee.” I’m back, baby.
2001: The Giants smoke the Vikings 41-0 in the NFC Championship Game. We get smoked in turn in the Super Bowl. I’m not really that distraught because Kerry Collins is drunk. He’s good and drunk.
In 2002 Tom Brady is born. I find pictures of a younger me wearing my Phil Simms t-shirt as I’m departing for college in Boston. On the first day of classes I encounter my first dose of Masshole and immediately buy a NYG winter hat to keep my ears protected against their obnoxious accents. T.O. torches us at San Francisco and we blow an un-blowable playoff game. This is my first taste of true sports fan pain. No likey.
2003: An ex-gf turns me on to Eli Manning at Ole Miss. We watch his center step on his toe during a crucial game against LSU – oh, so that’s what the Manning Curse is.
I’m bad with exact dates, but sometime thereafter:
-I acquire a blue Jeremy Shockey jersey
-There is fervent praying at the ZBT house in Boston on draft day, and we get Eli from the Chargers!
-I attend the 2004? AFC Championship game at Foxboro and see up close how good Tom Brady is as he goes off on the Colts.
-I realize how results-oriented the media is (and especially the NY media is, and, well, sports fans in general) as nearly EVERYONE hates on Eli despite him getting the G-Men to the playoffs year after year.
-Jay Feely gets booooooooooted out of NY. That Seahawks game was AWFUL.
-Eli shows moments of pure brilliance. Unfortunately, they’re overshadowed by what Bill Simmons calls the “Eli Manning face.” He just isn’t intense; Manning is too pouty. But I never give up and never stop defending him – I remember what I saw at Ole Miss. He single-handedly kept his team in games it should not be in.
-Jim Jones and “Ballin” and the fadeaway jump shots. I’ve always been an offense guy but now I understand what nasty defense can do.
We fly high, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!)
We stay fly, No Lie ,You know this (BALLIN!)
Hips and Thighs, Oh my, Stay focus
Before the game kick off.
From the coin toss you can get your pass picked off.(INTERCEPTION)
Gotta watch your play action
Guard Your Quarterback ’cause Strahan’ll Sack’em
Defensive line Osi attack’in
Tiki is the Captain (meh on Tiki)
Eli do the passin(GIANTS)
New York Giants Fly High and you know this(BALLLIN)
SuperBowl no lie we focused(Giants)
2007: We start off 0-2 against the Cowboys and Packers (mmmm revenge is sweet)
Steve Spagnuolo revamps the defense and we start SACKING. This guy just has the LOOK. It reminds me of our vice principal, Dr. Weiss, back in High School. He had the look – he was a guy who was super smart but could come down to your level and make you realize things (at that time it was that school might be more important than lacrosse and poker) that you were having trouble being objective about – not only that, but helping you DO things about it, too. Anyway, Spagnuolo has the LOOK and Osi gets 6 sacks in one game.
-NYG gets pwned by the Vikings… this is the first Giants game that I don’t watch completely :-/
-We start winning every road game. Every single one. We take out the Redskins and lock up the wild card spot. In the last game of the season, we play an absolutely amazing, controversial game against the undefeated Pats. We give them a GAME. We get one turnover and we knock them off. Coughlin has the playoffs locked up but he continues playing our starters (as banged up as they were this was CLEARLY the way to go), and even though we lose a nailbiter, the confidence we have from staring Brady in the eye carries us into the playoffs.
-I hate the Cowboys so much. Akash is a Cowboys fan. Why does he live in NYC and not Dallas? I don’t know. But I get drunk and bet him $500 that the Giants will beat the Cowboys in the playoffs should they meet AND that I will give him +45. Yes, 45 points. That’s how much I love the Giants.
Let me diverge for a second to talk about why I love NYG so much. It’s kind of intangible, to be honest. I played a lot of pickup football but never organized, not even pee-wee. My dad never took me to any football games. Maybe it was that Phil Simms t-shirt from my adolescence or maybe it’s just that goddamn goofy look on Eli’s face. Or the fact that my favorite color is blue. I don’t know. I just know that I bleed blue for them now and will for the rest of my life and I accept that.
-We steamroll Tampa Bay in the first round. Here come the Cowboys and Tony Romo and Jessica Simpson. Right now is a great time to quote from my favorite Jessica Simpson ditty:
Every time youre near baby
I get kinda crazy in my head for you
And I dont know what to do
And oh baby
I get kinda shaky when they mention you
I just lose my cool
My friends tell me
Somethin has come over me
And I think I know what it is
I think Im in love
Make what you will of that. But we beat those fucking Cowboys. It goes down to the wire, but we fucking beat them.
-I seriously consider going to Green Bay to help take out Favre. Literally. I know goons. But it is COLD! So we watch this one at the Hotel Nikko (as an aside, the nicest/best hotel I’ve ever been to and Chuck will agree) with Jon Levine and his friend from school. When Tynes misses the 36 yarder at the end of regulation to send us into the Super Bowl, I am very very close to impaling the plasma with a floor lamp. But I stop myself because then I won’t be able to watch OT. GB wins the toss and ALL the wind is sucked out of my sails but then Favre shits the bed and throws a pick! and all of a sudden Tynes that SICK SOB nails a 49 yarder?!? We are going to the Super Bowl?!?! WTF. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. Repeat that about 100 more times and then I calmed down and started calling/texting everyone I knew screaming for another few hours as Chuck (he is a huge Giants fan also and has season tickets) sat there catatonically watching any and all ESPN coverage of the game and the postgame coverage (Plax was miming popping champagne over and over!!!)
-I immediately order a ton of stuff from nflshop.com. My first Eli jersey (the white one) and a leather NY CHAMPION helmet to wear.

Because I am going to the Super Bowl.
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