Nothing else to say. The New York Football Giants kicked the ever-loving shit out of my Patriots, just manhandled them up one side and down the other.
The better team won, and frankly, it was a weirdly amazing thing to see. In 2004, the Boston Red Sox managed to do the unimaginable by rallying from a 3-0 game deficit to...well, you know the rest.
Now, that karma has been reversed.
Maybe I'll be bitter about it tomorrow (but not tonight, cuz I have tickets to see the Supersuckers in a club roughly the size of my boot)...but I was happy to buy rounds of shots last night for every Giants fan at my football bar. There were a bunch of them...and they all had this wide-eyed look on their faces after that last incompletion, like they'd just given birth to themselves or something and couldn't quite believe where they were.
And of course, some assbag Pats fans (note well: "Pats fans" does not yet mean "football fans," not by a long chalk, and any of you who deal regularly with the subspecies know full well what I mean, sadly) got chippy with some Giants fans, and the bouncers had to come wading in, and when it was all over it was me, Jay the bartender, and nine Giant-jerseyed newborns with Jameson shots in one hand and the other hand slapped to their foreheads.
I know the feeling. It was awesome to witness, and I mean that from my heart. I got those guys hooted but good, and sent them reeling off into a suddenly-deflated Pats-'07-season-only-a-good-trivia-question-now February evening....hopefully the shitheads in their Welker jerseys had already slouched home to watch their City of Champions DVD and grind their teeth.
See...and this is heresy...but we needed this one to go down the way it did. By "we," I mean the Boston sports scene. The time it took for far too many people around here to go from awestruck gratitide in '01 to mind-erasing joy in '04...to obnoxious expectation of certain triumph at all times...was a little gruesome. No, it was a lot gruesome.
I remember Bucky Dent, Buckner, more recently Boone, I remember Jose Canseco and Mo Vaughn going 0-20 against Cleveland in 95, losing 3 games to 1 against the Yankees in '99, but see, I
also remember Desmond Howard in '97 and the Bears in '87, Denver in '05 and always before when He Who Shall Not Be Named was behind center (Ellllllllllllwayyyyyyyyyyyyyy, ooooooorrrggghhh...)
I remember Squish the Fish and the fucking Sullivans and Schafer fuckin-fa-chrissake Stadium that was made from aluminium cans and the bones of deceased never-were's who wore the red and white through 41 years of Miami-dominated infamy and ignominy. We had our fair share of greats - Tippet made the hall yesterday, and John Hannah is All-World on any list...but Kraft came, and Bledsoe got busted, and some nobody we picked 199th in the draft stepped up, and 2001 came, and then 2003 and then 2004, not just once with the Pats but twice with the Sox, followed by 2007...
This is not a football town by any stretch of the imagination, as most people around here didn't figure out there was a football team playing under the standard of their region until three years ago; ask someone in a Vrabel jersey what a 3-4 defense is, what Cover-2 means, or who our back-up safety is...durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
But it was a cocky-ass town...until last night.
Now the wheels and tumblers have clicked around again, and I mean this: it was a privilege to witness the whole thing coming and going. I've seen five championship parades roll right past my window since 2001, Pats-Pats-Pats-Sox-Sox, and I never actually expected to see even one, and no matter how tainted the Patriots coach and all he rest of that may be, it was also a privilege to watch this team play football this year. It was an exposition, an aeronautical display, and I saw every tick of the whole thing.
I have nothing to gripe about. The better team won, and it wasn't us...and if some assholes in Pats jerseys don't like how it tastes, well...it'll cull the dullards from the ranks and leave the rest of us football fans where last night found me: gape-mouthed, in awe, and really fucking psyched for my Giant-fan friends.
It's a stingah, as we say around here. But it wasn't the first, won't be the last, and there's gonna be some hard wisdom to deal with in between.
It was a privilege. Congratulations, Giants fans. That really, really, really was an awesome sight.
:toast:
(cross-posted from the Sports forum:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=215&topic_id=66120&mesg_id=66120