Poppin' Wise
After the initial chantings, oh-my-gods, and man-hugfests, one of the thousands of thoughts that was racing through my mind on the flight back from Glendale was my impending Y2K post.
My knee-jerk reaction was that of a drivel-fest about how sweet it is that I was rooting for the underdog and they won. How after the Mets meltdown I deserved this. Then I would undoubtedly segue into some thinly accurate comparison between the Mets being the Eli to the Yankees' Peyton.
The framework was all there, it practically writes itself. Then I remembered how much I hate cliché slinging sports blogs.
Another overriding concept I pondered delving into was how, as sports fans, this should teach us to not be so reactionary. Because the same fans that were celebrating Manning and Coughlin were the ones pointing out at every opportunity how they are the bane of the Giants' existence, myself included. So obviously, I should take this as a lesson, and put some faith in the management of my teams (Knicks excluded. Knicks always excluded.)
But the fact of the matter is this, I won't, and I don't feel bad about it. I thoroughly enjoy calling Eli a pussy who doesn't care when he shows no emotion in a loss, and a stoic, pressure cooker when he wins.
I love gloating about how I predicted the Indians would win the division, and at the same time no one needs to know that I also picked the Padres and A's. I don't mention how I predicted a 4-12 Giants season and the seven seasons in a row I predicted a Chiefs-Vikings Super Bowl.
The obligatory Rounders quote: "In Confessions of a Winning Poker Player, Jack King said, 'Few players recall big pots they have won, strange as it seems, but every player can remember with remarkable accuracy the outstanding tough beats of his career.'
I think being a sports fan you subscribe to the exact opposite maxim. We love to shit on sports commentators when they are routinely wrong, and have very short memories when it comes to ourselves.
And that is just fine by me. As long as we embrace our hypocrisy, because that is our right as a fan.
- Cousin Evan
My knee-jerk reaction was that of a drivel-fest about how sweet it is that I was rooting for the underdog and they won. How after the Mets meltdown I deserved this. Then I would undoubtedly segue into some thinly accurate comparison between the Mets being the Eli to the Yankees' Peyton.
The framework was all there, it practically writes itself. Then I remembered how much I hate cliché slinging sports blogs.
Another overriding concept I pondered delving into was how, as sports fans, this should teach us to not be so reactionary. Because the same fans that were celebrating Manning and Coughlin were the ones pointing out at every opportunity how they are the bane of the Giants' existence, myself included. So obviously, I should take this as a lesson, and put some faith in the management of my teams (Knicks excluded. Knicks always excluded.)
But the fact of the matter is this, I won't, and I don't feel bad about it. I thoroughly enjoy calling Eli a pussy who doesn't care when he shows no emotion in a loss, and a stoic, pressure cooker when he wins.
I love gloating about how I predicted the Indians would win the division, and at the same time no one needs to know that I also picked the Padres and A's. I don't mention how I predicted a 4-12 Giants season and the seven seasons in a row I predicted a Chiefs-Vikings Super Bowl.
The obligatory Rounders quote: "In Confessions of a Winning Poker Player, Jack King said, 'Few players recall big pots they have won, strange as it seems, but every player can remember with remarkable accuracy the outstanding tough beats of his career.'
I think being a sports fan you subscribe to the exact opposite maxim. We love to shit on sports commentators when they are routinely wrong, and have very short memories when it comes to ourselves.
And that is just fine by me. As long as we embrace our hypocrisy, because that is our right as a fan.
- Cousin Evan
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