...It's been a great season gentlemen...
For the first time in the “storied” (albeit brief) history of this blog I will allow myself to speak freely about my beloved New York Football Giants. In the height of all my foolish superstition, I shied away from writing anything about sports, for fear of altering my team’s fate.
Seeing as how they altered, and ended their 2008-09 campaign today, that burden is finally lifted.
I can now admit that I am a football fanatic. I love football, and I also love the mere fact that I love football. It’s a messy situation. I annually enter a couple fantasy football leagues, listen to podcasts and read endless blogs about football. I want to see the big plays on television, and then again on the highlight shows, and a third time on NFL.com. I want to know exactly how those final two minutes were mis-managed during a meaningless week 4 game, and how this could affect the wildcard scenario. I want to understand the nuances of the luxury tax, the franchise option and the strength of schedules. I tend to treat the NFL season the way I would imagine a fat person treats a delicious meal. Acute depression sets in as the season passes and the end slowly, but inevitably, approaches.*
Today the Philadelphia Eagles arrived, in all their green winged glory, and out-played the reigning champs. It’s all too frustrating to comprehend, but I recognize the great title defense that we mounted for 17 hard fought gridiron battles, and this was our last. Sadness indeed.
...until next season...
Like the winter winds and heavy snow, this annual depression arrived tonight as I glance at the NFL schedule and see only three games remaining, none containing the New York Giants. I will root, watch and analyze, just with a detached fanatical interest as I hold on to the last semblance of that sport which I adore so much. At about 11pm on February 1st, I will accept the end of the season and begin to look forward to the highs, lows and heartbreaks of the 2009-10 season.
*This “fat person” I imagine, is me.
