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I never thought this day would come...
I have a secret to confess. Very few of my Bostonian friends know. It's something that you generally keep to yourself when you are growing up in Foxboro, Mass. It's all Sox and Patriots all the time, and words like "Mets," "Giants," and especially "Jets and Yankees" are kept out of your mouth. Well, unless you are attaching it to some kind of four letter word.
So here's my secret. The Giants are my favorite NFC team.
My father grew up in Westchester county, and was raised by my grandfather as a rabid Giants fan from back when they still played at Yankee Stadium. Although he moved to Massachusetts in 1977, my Dad remained a Giants fan of sorts ever since. I remember his yelling WIDE RIGHT WIDE RIGHT while throwing pillows around our living room during the 1991 Super Bowl. He justified it like this: Different conferences, and the only way they'll ever play each other is in a Super Bowl. Although I was raised with the Pats as my first passion, my Dad's love for the Giants was sweetly contagious. But I ratioinalized it the same way. A Patriots-Giants Super Bowl will never happen.
Hello, 2008.
I'm rooting for history. I want Brady and Belichick to shut the '72 Dolphins up once and for all. But at the same time, there has been no better sports story to come out of New York in a long time than the emergence of Eli Manning. It's impossible to not root for the underdog, and that's what the Giants have been since their Wild Card victory over Tampa Bay.
The Patriots have a great deal more at stake in the Super Bowl, while the Giants are playing with nothing to lose. It's not the matchup that the networks wanted, but how about giving those Giants, and especially Eli Manning a little ink for the incredible football they've been playing over the last three weeks.
So on Feb. 3rd, when I'm home in Foxboro cracking a beer with my Dad during the Super Bowl, I'll have my old Phil Simms t-shirt on under my Tom Brady jersey. What an incredible game it will be.















