One thing about blogging is, you really see how wrong you are at times. If you look at my last entry, you can that I really botched my Super Bowl prediction. I had the Patriots destroying the Giants 46-10. Now, I’m at work in Giants country, northern New Jersey, listening to all of these chumps rant and rave about how their team won the greatest Super Bowl ever.
Honestly, it makes me sick.
The Giants played a great game, they deserved the win, but I still think they’re frauds. How in the world did Eli freaking Manning become such a great quarterback? It’s not just me, I listen to Sports radio, I watch ESPN, I check Sports Illustrated’s website every day, and for the entire season, every person in America thought that Eli was an unproven chump that had no right being in the NFL, he was just playing because his last name was Manning. The guy looked phenomenal last night, but I don’t buy it, he just has to come crashing back to earth some time and you will hear my diabolical laugh in the distance, or maybe I will just appear over your shoulder, laughing.
It’s snowing up here in New Jersey and the radio stations are drunk with happiness, co-workers pass my door with their Michael Strahan jersey on and yell we’re number 1 as they pass my office.
Honestly, I am getting more and more depressed the more I think about it. You know what really made me want to cry? The radio station was encouraging all the fathers out there to have their kid skip school tomorrow and to take them to the parade in New York City. I wondered if Winston and I will ever have a chance to go to the parade in Philly for the Eagles.
I’ve been such a good fan, I follow the Eagles every game, I have my Eagles jersey, I cheered for them when they sucked, I cheered for them when they were good, I loved T.O., I hated T.O., I’ve done everything a fan could do and what do I have to show for it? A rat impostor named Eli walking around with the Lombardi Super Bowl trophy.
This is the kind of stuff that makes you question the football Gods.
All I want is to go to a f-ing parade, I’ll take a parade for the Eagles or the Philly’s, I’ll do anything, I’ll wax Rocky’s sculpture, I’ll eat 100 dollar dogs, I’d even cheer for Jose Mesa if that’s what it took.
Football God, I just don’t know how you let all my Giant co-workers bath in your glory? Please show me a sign you exist, have the Eagles sign a great wide receiver, have the Philly’s get another starting pitcher or a center fielder who can hit better than Shane Victorino. I need a sign because when you let Eli Manning win the Super Bowl, we have to have some doubts in your competency.