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Monday, February 04, 2008
Congratulations to the New York Giants and to all their fans. Well played. Well done. Well deserved.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The building that I work in houses a lot of Redskins fans, which is understandable given they’re the local Pro Football team, but the Cowboys aren’t lacking support either. There’s a sprinkling of Steelers loyalists, but surprisingly few Ravens fans considering a lot of people live in Maryland and Baltimore is a relatively short stop and go, stop and go, mass of fused bumpers away. In good times you’ll hear lone voices admit they like the Eagles or Bears. Bills’ fans only seem to emerge from hibernation when it’s freezing or the D.C. area is getting hammered by a snowstorm. Raider fans appear to emulate nature too. They wait for a full moon.
There are two, and only two, die-hard Patriot fans in the place. Warren and me. Whereas I worried about the Chargers, Cowboys, Colts, Ravens, Steelers, and Giants going into those games, Warren was cool under fire the whole season. The more he told me not to worry, the more worried I got.
Hasan is a dyed in the wool Giants’ fan, having grown up in NYC. We’ve been going at each other for the last two weeks, all in good fun. I’m so confident of a victory by the Pats in the Super Bowl I promised I’d buy him whatever DVD comes on the market trumpeting an upset win. I’m so confident I told him I would not allow him to reciprocate with a Patriots DVD. Candy. Baby. Some limb I climbed out on. You catch my drift.
This game is both historic and momentous for the Patriots. The biggest game of each individual player’s life. If I were Bill Belichick I’d use the same exact words to my players that Herb Brooks directed toward the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team before the start of the Third Period, when they were down 2-1 to Finland. “If you lose this game, you’ll take it to your f---ing grave! Your f---ing grave!”
Now for my prediction: the game will be over after the first quarter. Think I’m kidding? I picked the Patriots to beat the Redskins 56-3 this season, and I have a witness.
There are two, and only two, die-hard Patriot fans in the place. Warren and me. Whereas I worried about the Chargers, Cowboys, Colts, Ravens, Steelers, and Giants going into those games, Warren was cool under fire the whole season. The more he told me not to worry, the more worried I got.
Hasan is a dyed in the wool Giants’ fan, having grown up in NYC. We’ve been going at each other for the last two weeks, all in good fun. I’m so confident of a victory by the Pats in the Super Bowl I promised I’d buy him whatever DVD comes on the market trumpeting an upset win. I’m so confident I told him I would not allow him to reciprocate with a Patriots DVD. Candy. Baby. Some limb I climbed out on. You catch my drift.
This game is both historic and momentous for the Patriots. The biggest game of each individual player’s life. If I were Bill Belichick I’d use the same exact words to my players that Herb Brooks directed toward the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team before the start of the Third Period, when they were down 2-1 to Finland. “If you lose this game, you’ll take it to your f---ing grave! Your f---ing grave!”
Now for my prediction: the game will be over after the first quarter. Think I’m kidding? I picked the Patriots to beat the Redskins 56-3 this season, and I have a witness.
