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.