Talk about anti climax! I happily watched the previously perfect Pats free fall like Petty's crap half time show Sunday, because well, I like interesting twists. I like surprises and most of all, I like underdogs. I loved the end of the game when even the announcers seemed stunned into submission. There was this kind of hush over everything. No one could believe that Forrest Gump, oops I mean, Eli Manning, had led the Giants to a miraculous win over common sense, marketability, and the Patriots’ place in history. When Plaxico broke down in tears in his post game interview, I couldn’t help but squeeze out a tear myself. I mean not really, but I was there with him. I felt it. I shed a mental tear in fellowship.
And no, I’m not a Brady hater. Look, the guy grew up about 5 minutes from my house and graduated from the all-guy high school that all the guys at my high school would make fun of. How can you not love a dude like that? He’s perfect. Perfect face, perfect gf (Gisele) and he led the perfect team; well, almost, perfect.
Oh, by the way: Have you ever noticed how famous quarterbacks seem to be invented in labs? I mean, they’re just so apple pie, American, perfectly bland, white guys with names like Joe, Tom, Terry, Steve, Brett. Where do they make these quarterbacks? I realized this early on, which is why I never aspired to be a quarterback myself. See, my dad told me to give up on such aspirations when he said; “son, your name’s Hannibal, not Jack Ford. You are not white, and your head is not shaped like a cube. You can never be a quarterback in the NFL.” It was sobering.
Anyway, congrats Giants, and let’s pray for another upset tomorrow when Barack triumphs over Hilary and wins the democratic party’s nomination. I think he has what it takes to beat McCain, and I’m ready for the first black president. When such a thing occurs, I will truly know that I am living in the future.
Posted by: Hannibal
Miracle Game Saving Catch courtesy of David Tyree... and Sports Illustrated.com
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