New York Football Giants

SuperBowl is almost here.  I wanted to have a SB party, but I can’t.  The boyfriend made an executive decision and put the big ka-bosh on my SuperBowl fiesta plans.  I wish I could have friends over for SuperBowl, but unfortunately I know some Eli-haters.  Actually, I know people that do not have Giant’s worship in their blood, and we can’t have anyone who is not a true believer in the homestead during New York Football Giants SuperBowl.  No Eli hating in the House the Giant’s Built.  Religious sayings could be thrown out.  In Eli I Trust.  Lord Jesus Eli Manning.  Eli Almighty.  And other type things.  Eli-hate would affect our mojo and the Giant’s might lose.  Then I’d be in boiling hot “I should break up with you for inviting them” water with the boyfriend.  And that ain’t good.  We can’t have little Jimi the Savage living without both his parents.  It’s just not fair to the pup.  Also, we need complete concentration for when we are either a) praying, b) being arm chair coach, c) calling the plays that should be called, d) crying, e) throwing things, f) yelling (insert applicable failure)’s name in vain, g) pounding the couch/thighs/pillows in frustration, h) high-five, i) clap loudly j) celebrating a great sack/pass/completion(insert applicable).  And, my boyfriend’s not very cheerful or friendly when he’s curled into a small ball wrapped around a pillow, burrowing his face because he’s stressed out.  When I’m white-knuckling and rocking back and forth softly chanting Eli’s name, I wish not to be disturbed.  The SuperBowl is definitely not conversation time.  Intense. 

And another thing: I have to wear my Big Blue Wrecking Crew shirt for the game and I haven’t washed it since the 16th of December and I’ve worn it every single weekend since – with the exception of the Patriots game, I wore my other Giant’s shirt.  And we all know the outcome of that.  It smells bad and I don’t want to ruin my impeccable image m friends hold of me.  It’s all the adrenaline and stress, makes ya sweat.  BUT!  Every time I wear it, the Giants win.  See a pattern?

Next Sunday I put my boyfriend’s happiness in the throwing arm of Eli Manning.

The sacrifices we make for NY Football Giants.