Football and a Political Football

So, let’s review today, okay?

It’s Monday, the Giants won the Super Bowl last night, and as “AllMusicFan” is my witness, I woke up this morning at the goddess-awful time of five saying, “I still can’t believe that the Giants won the Super Bowl.”

It doesn’t quite have the cultural significance of “As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly”, but still.

For this dedicated sports fan of all things Philadelphian, this is one big hurt, since the Eagles were thisclose to winning that one game two months back.

Ahem.

Please allow me a minute to two to lick my wounds.

And, for this sports fan that works and lives in “Giants’ Country”, it stings even harder since I’ll have to live and work with all of these rabid fans for the next year, even though I’m secretly wondering where I can hang a dartboard made out of Eli’s picture at work.

Or, perhaps a voodoo doll. You know, I’m just saying.

However, I’m a good-natured, generous soul, and I’ve got a big heart, so I’ve been congratulating all of the Giants fans I know for one terrific well-played game, and it was one of the best Super Bowls that Paul and I had ever watched.

But, I’ve asked all of the Giants fans to do just one thing for me…

“Please don’t turn into those entirely obnoxious and rude ‘Yankee fans'

Oh, and just a reminder...

Tomorrow is “Super-Duper-Tsunami-Performance-Enhanced Tuesday" primary election day here in New Jersey and New York.

I don’t know how many people read this blog, but if you live in one of the 24 states that will be holding a primary or a caucus tomorrow, please, please, get out there and vote for the candidate of your choice.

And always, remember...if you don't vote, you can't bitch.

Yes, the Giants won the Super Bowl, but we have other things to consider…like, who will take the “Oath Of Office” next January?

Yesterday, the Giants and the Pats were just playing for just a game; tomorrow, many of us will be voting for who we want to lead our country next year.

In other words, this is the real "Super Bowl Showdown!"

Dear Coach Reid:

Please do all of us a favor and step down for the rest of the season.

Yes, the team's in trouble, but your family clearly needs you more than we do right now.

The team will be fine without you.

Please go home, get some sleep and reconnect with your family.

Your family loves you and needs you right about, oh, now.

Kisses,

Dee

Another Nail In My Heart

Yeah, I know just how he feels.

"A Phillies Fan In The Mets Court"

Let’s see…the time is 1:47 PM.

Signed up for “CBS3” updates via the cell? Check.

Fresh coffee? Check.

Did the bathroom break thing? Check.

Is there enough paperwork piled around the desk to look busy for the next two hours? Double check.

ESPN.com tabbed on the browser? Of course.

Will Bunch, too? Live blogging the game? Absolutely, and I am there!

Time to wait for the first pitch? Only a small eternity, of course.

And, so we wait.

For those of us out here in those far thrown counties of Central and Northern New Jersey, we wait for that first pitch. Believe me, we're drooling in our keyboards in anticipation.

But, there are always questions that hang in the air:

Should I wear my Phils’ jersey? Do I dare put on my Rollins, or risk having some crazed Mets fan clobber me over the head with an overpriced pineapple in the produce section at Wegmans?

Should I leave the stuffed “Philly Phanatic” sit on my desk, or will I come back in the morning to find it stabbed through it’s little phanatical heart with a letter opener?

And what about my coffee mug?

It’s tough, you know, living in “Mets Country”.

Especially after today’s loss.


Which reminds me...where's my letter opener?