Posts Tagged ‘New York Giants’

Yep — just like old times (Super Bowl 46, the Sequel: Giants 21, Patriots 17)

February 7, 2012

Every football-playing kid wants to grow up to be the one who scores the game-winning touchdown in the Super Bowl. Well, maybe except Ahmad Bradshaw. Photo: AP.

Well, the parallels between Super Bowls 42 and 46 were many: Low score. Defenses that stepped up. Long, sustained scoring drives. Eli Manning leading the Giants down the field in the final minutes. A pass for the ages to keep the winning drive going. A last-minute touchdown by New York. And a desperation heave by Tom Brady that was broken up.

And Bill Belichick being a sore loser. While this time he actually stayed around to effusively hug his old friend Tom Coughlin after the game, he blew off the NBC crew, rather than give the network the two-minute losing-coach interview.

Some things were different. An early brainfart by Brady. A Madonna halftime show where Madge wasn’t the center of controversy, but a rapper who quickly flashed the bird (which I didn’t see until later on, on YouTube, because the screen was so small). The Patriots’ most reliable receiver, Wes Welker, making a huge drop when it counted most. The most reluctant winning touchdown in the history of football. Watching the game from the office, a funeral home-quiet place most days, where my reactions were, well, a lot more muted than they would have been had I been at a party, my original game plan.

And Coughlin hugging Flavor Flav. An image for the ages. (Had the coach said “Yeeeeah, boyeee!” I would’ve fallen out of my chair.)

But for all intents, we have, indeed, been there before. Giants over the Patriots in the big one, by less than a TD in the final minute. And Eli winning the MVP trophy again, only this time in the house his brother built.

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Seems as if we’ve been here before (Super Bowl 46)

February 5, 2012

"What choo talkin' 'bout, Willis? We're going to the Super Bowl!" Lawrence Tynes (9) and Steve Weatherford (5) and Patrick Willis follow the flight of the the NFC Championship-winning field goal. Photo: The Star-Ledger.

Well, this was unexpected.

Up until three weeks ago, I was so mentally prepared all season long for the rematch I had anticipated since the NFL’s opener on Sept. 8: my New Orleans Saints against the Green Bay Packers, back on the electrically heated tundra at Lambeau, this time for the NFC championship. I was ready for Drew Brees, in his record-setting passing year, to outduel Aaron Rodgers, in his MVP year, gain the ultimate revenge for Green Bay’s 42-34 opening win, and take on the Patriots this Sunday. I was ready for the Saints to spoil me with their second Super Bowl in three years.

No way in hell had I prepared for my other team, the New York Giants, to be running the table to this Sunday’s Super Bowl 46 (someday they’ll stop with the pretentious Roman-numeral crap). Even though the parallels between this year’s NFC champs and the Goliath-slayers of 2007 are many, I wasn’t even prepared for them to be in the playoffs. In fact, I said good riddance to them with five minutes left in the first Dallas game on Dec. 11.

And here we are, feeling as if I’ve been here before. And I have — Giants vs. Patriots. There’s no unbeaten season at stake, but just as was the case four years ago, it’ll be a tight one. A classic. And Big Blue, again in their road retro-’50s/early-’60s white jerseys with the red numbers and stripes, will be on the winning side. Did someone say overtime?

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ARCHIVES: The perils of living a double life (NFL style)

June 1, 2010

Roman Harper makes sure native son Eli Manning's first Dome game is memorable for all the wrong reasons. Photo: UPI.

This Franorama World post was from my MySpace blog Oct. 16, 2009, 6:44 p.m. PDT, two days before my New Orleans Saints hosted my New York Giants, both undefeated at the time. I thought it was a 1 p.m. game, only to wake up at 10:30 and find that the Saints were already up 28-10 en route to a 48-27 rout:

I’m a full-fledged, hardcore, middle-of-the-period Gemini, so living a double life is no big thing to me. Two jobs at once (I was a sportswriter and music writer at the same time at my first job, and both entertainment editor and music writer at my second), two genders at once (ask me how), two major life changes at once … and two favorite football teams at the same time.

And it’s inevitable that once in a while, they’ll meet — and one will win and one will lose.

But never have they met when both have been unbeaten.

Let’s just say come 1 p.m. Sunday, I will be planted in front of a set somewhere watching my 4-0 New Orleans Saints host my 5-0 East Rutherford Giants at the Dome. I plan to wear my road Eli jersey one half, my home Deuce McAllister jersey the other. (A coin flip will determine who gets to receive.)

And it’s gonna be great.

And it’s gonna suck.

But hey, there are worse things. Like when both teams suck at the same time, like in the mid-to-late ’90s.

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Who Dat and all that

February 7, 2010

So I’m killing time, about two hours from kickoff of what will be the greatest day in the history of New Orleans — well, aside from the time Andrew Jackson and crew needlessly slaughtered 2,000 Redcoats in a battle of a war that had officially ended already, or the time Thomas Jefferson bought Louisiana from the French for $15 mil, but no one apparently is alive to remember those things …

I’m doing this backwards, I know — I should offer an introductory post first, but this is a big day, so I’ll get to the how-do-you-do next time. For now, I can’t let this day slide any longer without my 59 cents on a day I never thought I’d see.

The New Orleans Saints in the Super Bowl.

It feels weird saying it.

It feels great saying it.

I’m sitting at my usual coffee shop (how cliche, I know) in the Drew Brees game jersey that arrived yesterday — with a Super Bowl patch.

I never thought I’d see the day.

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