Rarely do I get excited about sporting events. It’s just not in me. I can’t even say that this Super Bowl I was over excited. I dipped in and out of the game. Partially because I can’t deal with football on tv but also because when I started to watch the Giants started to loose.

Now before you say “Ah, you fair weather supporter” or “You only like them because they got this far.” All I can say to you is ‘Shut your pie-hole!’ I’ve been a Giants fan since conception and I will be until the end. I don’t care if they win or lose, they are my team. Even if I don’t watch every game. For those of you who don’t believe me, you can easily ask one of my friends who has known me since I was 13, when I was already a fan, and had been for some time. I’m also a NY Rangers fan and a NY Mets fan (which shows true dedication right there).

Now, back to the game. I was biting my nails for some time and flipping back and forth between the game and some other junk on tv. Once again, I was too scared to watch because I felt I was jinxing my boys. But I watched the end. I about jumped out of my skin. I actually jumped up and down on my bed with excitement. For me this is a big deal because, well, as I said before, sports just don’t do it for me.

There is also a bit of poetic justice in the fact that the Patriots lost. Especially after their season. It was time for them to learn nobody’s “perfect”.