The New York Football Giants won Super Bowl XLVI in their trademark fashion: stretching it out and snatching away the last breaths of their fans en route to a heart-stopping win. And we Big Blue loyalists wouldn’t have it any other way. Let fans from other cities enjoy their romps and laughers; we’ll take the cardiac cases. And we’ll take Eli Manning, the king of elite NFL quarterbacks.
I have mentioned before what hard work it is being a Giants fan, and that remains true. Even when the Jints win, they make the fans work as hard for it as the team does. I know there wasn’t a Big Blue fan who wasn’t on the edge of his/her seat right until the second that football fell harmlessly to the ground in the end on the last play of the game. I don’t think I had taken a breath since the beginning of the fourth quarter. I think it brings the fans closer to the team, because we voyeurs get to feel like we fought for the win almost as hard as the athlete did.
It was a thriller, and it was worth every second.