WE WON! What? I’m like an honorary New York Giant.
As I’ve babbled about before, I’ve love Big Blue since I was knee-high to a grasshopper so winning the Super Bowl (AGAIN) is awesome.
Eating cake, tiny hamburgers, nachos and potato skins, none of which I had to make, is also awesome and why Super Bowl Sunday should be a national holiday.
My younger one freaked out because I yell a lot during most games but for the Super Bowl? I’m a little out of control. My older one was mostly confused and kept asking: Why are you being so loud again?
Well, son, because Tom Coughlin and Eli Manning might hear my pearls of wisdom like:
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“STAY IN BOUNDS”
“GET OUT OF BOUNDS”
“WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?”
“HOLY CRAP I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE.”
“I’M DOWN WITH JPP!”
I’ve seen us go to the Super Bowl 5 times and win 4. In fact, the only time I almost got into a massive fist fight with a large man was when we lost to the Ravens. I’m pretty sure the Giants just want to keep me out of jail.
This year was extra special to me because it was the first time I’ve gotten to watch games with my son when he’s actually cared about football and the New York Giants, not just about OOH THE TV IS ON.
Now he’s seen the New York Giants win the Super Bowl!
But between you, me and E: Watching the Super Bowl with my son was better than winning.