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Adrenaline + too much junk food = can't sleep, so here I am talking about the Giants.

I still can't believe it.  My overriding emotion is not joy, or even schadenfreude (although there's a part of me that feels that this kinda makes up for the 2004 Red Sox), but shock

To the extent that I care about football, which isn't necessarily that much, I've been a Giants fan my whole life; getting an HDTV this year did as much as anything else to get me actually passionate about football, as opposed to simply rooting for them if I remember that they happen to be playing.  This year, though, now that I've actually started to like football, I've been one of the angry Giants fans - hating Eli, hating Tom Coughlin, always expecting every great offensive play to be called back for a holding penalty (and usually being right on that account).  Hell, earlier today I said that I expected the Giants to lose - I haven't believed in them, AT ALL.

Which is why I'm not bouncing off the walls right now.  I mean, I was shouting and jumping up and down when Eli connected with Plaxico for the game-winning TD, and the picture I put up before was an absolutely honest and sincere assessment of how we felt at that exact moment; but still, I must confess:  I never once in a million years expected this moment to happen, and now that it has, I can't really feel justified in owning this triumph.  The phrase "Eli Manning, Superbowl MVP" does not yet make sense; I cannot comprehend how such a thing is possible. 

That said, I feel no pity towards those Patriots fans whose astounding levels of hubris were beyond insufferable (Exhibit A: Bill Simmons), and that goes double for the press (Exhibit B - Boston Globe), who were fellating Tom Brady every chance they got.  I mean, they were worse than Yankee fans, and that's saying A LOT.  I absolutely can not wait for Bill Simmons to come back from suicide watch and invent a new category for his "Levels of Losing" column, because when the Patriots lose, it's somehow a worse feeling than when anybody else's favorite team loses.  I can't wait to see him violate his "5-year grace period rule", where you're not allowed to bitch or whine for 5 years after your team wins the Superbowl.  Can't. Wait.

I do feel bad for my Patriots-rooting LJ friends, of course.  But then:  I've been among the first to congratulate them when the Sox won both World Series, and that's while I've been nursing a bruised and battered Yankee-addled heartache.  Which is why this is less of a "WE WON, NYAH NYAH" entry and more of a "I can't believe what I just saw" entry.  Because when next year's football season rolls around, I'm still not sure I will be able to believe that I'll be watching the reigning Superbowl champs, led by Eli "MVP" Manning.
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IM conversation with my father as the game ended:
9:03:40 PM Robert Dupont: GIANTS WIN!!
9:03:57 PM Robert Dupont: I actually feel sorry for the Pats -- perfect season gone and all that.
9:04:22 PM Andrew Dupont: yeah, tom brady is crying into his hands, the ones that wear three super bowl rings
9:04:25 PM Andrew Dupont: poor tom brady
9:04:35 PM Andrew Dupont: he's crying all the way home to his supermodel girlfriend
9:04:41 PM Robert Dupont: cynic
Seriously, though, I don't feel sorry for a dynasty that's still going to be mentioned alongside the 70s Steelers, 80s 49ers, and 90s Cowboys. I also agree that Bill Simmons has been almost intolerable this season, but he'll learn his lesson when his e-mail client lights itself on fire with the kindling of ten million cackles in his inbox.

This whole thing reminds me that every football game is a roll of the dice. If we could simulate this game 100 times, the Patriots would win 85, to be sure; but, then, if we could simulate this season 100 times, the Patriots would've lost at least one game in 99 of them.
I'm not a football fan, and wasn't even watching last night (The Wire)... but damn am I happy for NY!

And that play by Manning to break the pressure, wow. That's gonna be one of the best superbowl highlights ever.