All in the Name of Douchebaggery, or, the Epitome of Being a New York Giants Fan

Minutes after the New York Giants upset the New England Patriots in Super Bowl XLII, I got a text from a Giants fan friend of mine. Some wise ass comment, I fired back with something equally retarded. It was the beginning of two weeks of nothing but Giants fans, and New York-anything fans in general, getting their licks in. The fact is, New York fans will go to any length to stick it to Boston/New England fans.

And now I have proof. Here's Aaron Kaplowitz, writing for the Boston Globe of all newspapers, describing his trip to Central America to find a 19-0 Patriots Super Bowl XLII Champions shirt. As the article's tag line explains, it was a trip for a painful piece of Patriots history, undertaken by a Giants fan. That's a long trip in name of douchebaggery, Mr. Kaplowitz.

Like I said, they're a loathesome bunch.

Congrats G-Men

It's disappointing to have to say this, but congratuations to the New York football Giants and their fans. They earned the win last night. As a Patriots fan, I must admit that I was shocked by what I saw last night. There were dozens of moments where you could tell that the Pats just didn't have the fire that the Giants had. Brady wasn't inspired, you could tell from the moment he walked out of the tunnel. Still, it was a hell of a game.

What gets me though is the absolute vitriol tossed at the Patriots. I watched the game with some folks who neither watched much football nor were Giants fans, and yet they were out for blood rooting against the Patriots. It's one thing to pull for the underdog, and it's another to have a palpable hatred for a true rival, but whatever people are feeling about the Patriots is of a different breed. I still don't really get it.

But I do know that very, very soon we'll all be very sick of Giants fans. I already am after a couple of choice (and unsolicited) text messages. I'm apparently supposed to enjoy my shit sandwich and stop living in the past.

In all, really, the better team won last night. They were fired up, they were hitting, moving the line, and caught breaks when they needed them. I'm strangely not bitter about this one, just disappointed that my team is now like the Rams of 2002. Congrats, G-Men, you earned it.