I have to give a shout-out to my NY football Giants for winning the Super Bowl.  I had a pretty good feeling a few weeks ago, even tho the Pats had one of the best records in the NFL and the Giants had one of the worst (among play-off teams).  But the Giants' defense and running game finally got healthy, came together at the end of the season, and the rest is history.  A special thank you to the handegg (i.e. football) for bouncing away from the Pats' receivers hands and always bouncing back to into the Giants' hands.

As a typical sports fan, I'm going to act all exuberant, like I actually own the team, know any of the players or coaches, or had any money riding on the game.  The owners, coaches and players all thanked ME (a fan) for being so awesome after the game.  They must know me...  how else would they know that *I* was so awesome?  (since I am)  This must call for some car overturning or something, no?

At the end of the day, while I love watching football and the Giants are my favorite team, and I'm happy for all of my fellow New Yorkers who are happy, I've already moved on.  Call me spoiled, being a Yankee and Giants fan (regular winners) and having moved to the land of the Mavericks, Rangers, Cowboys and Stars (more winners).  Or maybe I have perspective about what actually matters in my life - like my family and friends.  I guess I should have written this shout-out a few days ago, while it was still fresh in my mind, rather than that botting post no one seemed to like - call me grumpy old man.  Doh!

But congratulations anyway!

You can take the New Yorker out of New York, but you can't take the New York out of the New Yorker.  NY #1, Dallas #2.

Who's that knocking ay my door?