I squat right in the middle of Giant Nation, and across the board every Giant fan I talked to last week all had some variation on "we're just happy to be here" or "I just hope we don't lose by too much." None of them had any expectation of winning the Super Bowl.
I guess someone forgot to mention that to the players.
I have to admit I was sorta hoping the Patriots would win because
- They've had a hell of a year
- I didn't want to deal with thousands of obnoxious Giants fans the next day
- I wanted the '72 Dolphins to shut up, already
But despite it being, by all accounts, a pretty boring game (unless you're into reading defensive schemes, which my Madden '08 record clearly indicates I'm not) I have to admit I'm proud of what the Giants accomplished last night. After all the crap Eli, Coughlin, Strahan, and the rest of the team dealt with from the fans and media this year, this must be such sweet redemption.
And I'm saying this despite having that dazed, hollowed-out feeling I always have after a Super Bowl, generally the result of miscalculation as to just how much gin my body is willing to tolerate. That "loophole" I found in my diet was apparently big enough to drive a bus through, but with a little help from my body's retroperistalsis mechanism I actually managed to consume negative calories in the end.
(FYI, for those keeping score at home I'm down 10 lbs...not bad, eh? Still not at my target, but a good start)
Anyway, congrats to all the Giant fans who erased the bitter memory of Super Bowl XXXV from their collective minds. And my condolences to all the Patriots fans, who are allowed only a couple days to mourn before they have to shut up and remember they still have the Sox and the Celtics.