The only thing worse than watching the Eagles lose is watching the Eagles lose to the Giants. The only thing worse than watching the Eagles lose to the Giants, is watching the Eagles lose to the Giants with Giants fans. They disgust me. Giants fans that is. Unfortunately by moving to NY I have surrounded myself with them. They are everywhere. It makes my skin crawl really. One sort of even lives in my house. Gross. You meet someone talk to them. You might even like them, then it comes out. They are a Giants fan. At that point it really is imperative to reevaluate the friendship and ask yourself if they mean enough to you for you to look beyond their football loyalties. Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes the answer is no.
I have started more fights than I care to admit over the Eagles/Giants rivalry. I just can't help myself. I also have the luxury of being a woman so most men are afraid to hit me. Let's just say I can get away with a lot. I guess they think it is "cute" or whatever. They only get annoyed once it becomes clear I actually know what I am talking about, and if I mention Tiki Barber's penchant for fumbling - that gets them mad too.
Once on South Street, which is pretty much the heart of Philadelphia, I got some guy punched in the face by accident. I think it was the year of the second NFC championship loss, it has been hard to keep track. Anyway, he was out on the street corner screaming "let's go Giants, let's go Giants". The Eagles had just lost the last game of the season to these very Giants by a score of 10-7, it wasn't pretty. Even though we were on our way to the NFC championship game and the Giants were on their way to losing to San Francisco (in the most unfortunate way if I recall correctly), I couldn't let it slide.
Something clicked inside and there was nothing I could do. All I remember is that in a matter of seconds I was in his face talking not only about how much the Giants sucked but about how much he sucked. I guess he thought I was flirting with him because he wouldn't stop. My friend had to pull me away. I was irate. How dare he. Next thing I know my friend says "someone just punched him in the face." A little crowd formed and we just kept walking. It was his own fault really. I just wish I had turned around a second earlier to see it. Not that I like people getting beat up. But well...I guess there is no nice way to say what I am thinking so I just wont say anything at all. But all that was in Philadelphia. It is different here. I bleed green and I am not afraid to show it! But I would prefer not to get beat up by a bunch of crazy people. I try to keep my mouth shut in public. Try would be the key word in that sentence.
I just don't get it, they all of a sudden get a new QB and a fancy wide receiver and they think they are the best team in the league. They aren't even the best team in the NFC. They aren't even the best team in their division! Just so smug. Eli Manning is a twerp and Jeremy Shockey is just an asshole.
It was a close game, overtime in fact. The Eagles are down to their third string everything. Someone must have sold their soul to get to the Super Bowl last year that's all that I can say. The Giants are supposed to be good right? Whatever. I guess I can feel good about the fact that we took the Giants to OT with Mike McMahon, Reno Mahe, and Ryan Moats. Who are they you ask? Exactly. The only thing I feel good about is the fact that I was able to keep myself from smacking Sam in the back of the head. I haven't felt this way since the 6-9-1 season. 3-13 didn't really happen.
I tried to keep my cool, I really did. But Sam was sitting in front of me and I had to do everything in my power not to hit him. I even had permission from his girlfriend. When the Eagles were on top of the division for oh so many years no one heard me gloating and rubbing it in. Because the second you get cocky someone breaks an ankle or goes on IR. The second you start talking about how good you are, your team gets shut out by the Lions or something like that. Sam just kept making me so angry. I don't know if he was doing it on purpose maybe he just couldn't help it. Maybe there is just something inherent in all Giants fans that just makes me hate them. I don't know. I suppose though it is ok because of all people for me to repeatedly say "I HATE YOU" to, over a football game Sam might be the only one who really understands. I really fucking hate the Giants. And I really did hate Sam for a few hours yesterday afternoon. Anyway we will be back on top next year. Besides Super Bowl 41 has a nicer ring to it than Super Bowl 40 anyway. And Detroit is cold.
What's wrong with me? How did it get to this point? Threatening friends, telling them I hate them. I have way too much invested in the Eagles. With yesterday's loss they were officially eliminated from the playoffs. That means there is absolutely no way for them to win the Super Bowl. Many probably would say that I should have realized that a while ago. But as long as the playoffs were a mathematical possibility I had to have hope. It isn't going to happen this year, I have to deal with that...unless maybe a couple of teams just quit and decide to stop playing. But I don't think that will happen. Now I can just look forward to next year. Oh yeah and I also get to look forward to seeing the Giants/Cowboys lose in the playoffs. That is always fun.
Now I must go. My boss lost his cell phone AGAIN. He thinks he left it on a plane. I have to find it. Well I don't know what he wants me to do since the plane is already on its way back to San Francisco. I don't think he realizes that they wont send out a search crew for his missing phone. I told him it is ridiculous that he lost it for like the fourth time this year and he was like "are you my mother?" No. I am not. And that is exactly why I shouldn't be looking for his fucking cell phone. If he has to get a new one I sure as hell am NOT programming the numbers in again.
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