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Monday, February 04, 2008

And David Flung The Stone At Goliath....

And so it all ended last night. The game ended with a Giants victory. The Patriots season ended with a horrific thud - the perfect, copyrighted 19-0 season vaporized like the Pat offensive line behind a wall of Big Blue. My evening ended with a stomach ache featuring too many buffalo wings, too many beers and too much hard Calabrese salami.

And sure, as a Jet fan watching the hated Giants beat the even more hated Patriots wasn't any fun. In fact, it was downright awful. My buddy Andrew ket muttering "Giant fans don't deserve this" under his breath as Eli pulled a Peyton and kept getting the Giants back. Not after they had turned on Eli all season, not after they had pushed to fire the coach all season.

Maybe he's right and maybe he's wrong but last night, a 12 point underdog went to Arizona and pulled off one of the most stunning upsets in Super Bowl history (though not bigger than my Jets beating the Colts with Broadway Joe and putting the unified NFL on the map).

Sure, it could have gone the other way. Manning threw a number of wobbly floaters that could/should have been picked off. Assante Samuels dropped a killer on the final drive. David Tyree's catch seemed more miracle than skill. Toomer got away with a very obvious offensive pass interference on a scoring drive.

But at the end of the day, you need to give credit where credit is due. The Giants defensive line was the best unit on the field and Super Tom looked very human while sitting on his butt and glaring at his offensive line. The Giants are Super Bowl champs. Eli justified the draft day trade and goes into the New York Legends sports book alongside Joe Namath and Phil Simms. An old and angry coach is a media darling and earned himself a fat new contract. A defensive coordinator is about to become a well paid head coach. Good for them (I saw with bared teeth and deep bitterness).

As my 35th birthday rapidly approaches (March 8 - Elster is taking gifts of all sizes), I am begining to wonder if my beloved Jets will ever win a Super Bowl in my lifetime. I've seen a Stanley Cup (greatest sports highlight of my life) as well as a World Series (and who knows, maybe another is in my future...you listening Mr. Santana???) but nothing would mean more to me than a Jets Super Bowl win. But will it ever happen? The Jets seem to be a snakebit franchise constantly made worse by poor management.

On the bright side, at least the Patriots lost - their dream of perfection laying tattered on the turf. Though it's hard to root against that Wes Welker.

On a final note - not to be outdone as the sleazeball I keep telling you all he is, Bill Belichick ran off the field with time remaining on the clock. He's a real class act all the way. At least he shook Coughlin's hand.


  • "not bigger than my Jets beating the Colts with Broadway Joe and putting the unified NFL on the map"

    An otherwise decent post is again ruined by your ignorance about sports history.

    By Blogger Joe Schick, at 10:51 AM  

  • How so?

    By Blogger Elster, at 11:25 AM  

  • The NFL was already on the map for decades and was not yet "unified," if by unified you mean the merger with the AFL.

    By Blogger Joe Schick, at 11:29 AM  

  • Of COURSE thats what I meant. Why must you always be so difficuly. By "unified NFL I was talking about the merger. Until the the AFL teams were a joke.

    By Anonymous Elster, at 3:11 PM  

  • But the AFL and NFL had already agreed to merge. I continue to fail to understand your point.

    By Blogger Joe Schick, at 3:21 PM  

  • The Jets of the AFL were the inferior team. Everyone knew the AFL was the "inferior" league. Yet there was Gang Green winning the world chapionship over the Colts. That was HUGE for the AFL side of the equation.

    By Anonymous Elster, at 4:44 PM  

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