Life as the Superbowl champs.

Alright, so I don't know if you guys watched that Superbowl, but the fucking Giants won! The FUCKING GIANTS! GIANTS BABY!

Project Pat and Speed Trap Alex invited me to their friend's house for the game. I went and it was a good turn out. 40 people, lots of food, some babes. I knew a few faces. Some recent, some from my past, see: Adam Ginavisian. I sit in a neck-cramping position in the corner of the room (seats were at a premium). The game starts.

Holy shit! GIANTS 10 minute drive to start things off. I try to remain neutral so I don't piss off the heavilly Patriots-biased crowd. 5 third down conversions later, "FUCK IT! I'M FLYING MY COLORS!". I stand up "GIANTS BABY!"... silence. Except one person "dude you're going to be my new friend". I look back and some gregarious fellow is sporting a Shockey jersey. Strength in numbers... I don't have to be faster than all the Patriots fans I just have ot be faster than the other Giants fan in the room. Same is true for bears, lions, disgruntled Hillary Clinton Supporters and PETA members.

Game wears on. Giants blow some opportunites but hang in there. Halftime: Patriots 7, Giants 3. I'll take it.

Beer, tossing a football, conversation with Tom about how the Giants have a shot. We both say "Superbowl Champions" then hang up. Back to my corner. Showtime.

More of a defensive battle. A few circus plays, fumbles interceptions. Neither team gains ground. Then the Giants strike. Eli to Tyree. I go nuts.

Fourth quarter, seven minutes left. Eli falters the Giants had a shot at an easy first down and blow it. I've seen this before. This is when the Patriots strike.

Brady starts his drive. The Patriots fan come out of their cocoon. There's no stopping them. Moss for a T.D. in the endzone. FUCK! Project Pat tells me I can sit down now. This does little more than remind me that I have been standing for the last twenty minutes. I smile and continue standing.

It's important to note that before the game I bought a new wallet. I don't know why. It was an impulse buy. I was buying a single beer before the game and saw a six dollar wallet and purchased it. It's the first time I've ever bought a wallet and the second one I've owned in my life (my first came with a pair of jeans and lasted six years).

I transfer the contents of the wallets and find a wrinkled up two dollar bill I had from 2002, when I was an employee at Starbucks in Newtown, Ct. A customer gave it to me and I put two singles in the register and kept it for myself. That bill looked more like a ripped up tissue. It's been through pools of pudding, the ocean, washing machines and hell itself. I uncrumpled it.

Well the point is every time I flattened it out some more something good would happen for the Giants. A good luck charm? Sure, I'll take it.

So two minutes left in the game. I am clutching that fucking dollar so tight, I was half expecting a diamond to form in my vice-like palms.

Eli starts the drive. Then it looks like all is lost. Eli breaks free and "HOLY SHIT! DAVID TYREE!" "HOLY SHIT!" "OH MY GOD!" "DUDE THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN!" "OH MY GOD!" "OH MY GOD, DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT!" Me and Dave (the other Giants fan) were going nuts. We didn't say it but we knew.

The Giants were destined to win this one. After that catch there was nothing that was going to stop us.

The 25 yard floater to Burress was a formality at that point. The juggernaut had fallen and a new world order had been established. New blood coursed through the veins of football royalty. In other words: GIANTS BABY!