Super Bowl

I think I was in too much shock yesterday to write anything about the football game. I was rooting for the Patriots (I am so sorry, Marilyn!) even though there is an element of excitement when the underdog wins or at least has some exciting plays. I feel bad that the Patriots couldn't make history.

As many people know, I have rooted against the Giants because I don't like Eli Manning or Tom Coughlin. My dislike is rather intense and I can get quite passionate when either of their names come up or when I watch a game (looking at you, Leslie). But. I have a confession. Yes, a confession. See, my dislike for Eli started with the NFL draft when he refused to go to San Diego. I thought he was a spoiled little brat who was getting by on name alone and he never lived up to expectations. I thought he was overrated. I also don't like Peyton, so I admit I kinda lumped them all in together. But, I read this article a week or so ago that talked about how close Eli is to his mother. Growing up, he would spend time with his mother while his father hung out with his older brothers. He loved going antiquing with her on the weekends. His brothers sounded like the superstars who overshadowed him. I started thinking about how that was kinda cute and then I thought about some of the jerky things Archie Manning or Peyton have said about Eli's potential. There was even a recent comment from Archie that made me wonder why Eli wasn't balled up in the corner of some therapist's office. I started to wonder if it was really Eli who refused to go with the Chargers in the draft or if it was Archie's decision. I know Archie played a role in the negotiations but maybe it was more than just a minor role. My intense dislike for Eli started to dissipate. I was impressed with him in the Super Bowl. I loved how excited he was and I loved how he proved all of his doubters, including his father, wrong. Plus, he still loves going antiquing!

Having said that, I am not going to start wearing a Giants jersey with his number on it. I just want to declare that I am no longer a passionate Eli critic. I still really dislike Tom Coughlin but that is another rant.

On to cute things - my little nephew, Simon, was worried about the football players when they had to take timeouts. I guess his vocabulary thinks of timeouts=little boys getting into trouble and I think of timeouts=coaches needing to talk to their players. Of course, looking at Tom Coughlin would lend one to think of Simon's definition.

If Tom Coughlin wore a mask so I didn't have to see his eyes or face, I would probably like him more. Oh, and could we tie up his arms so I don't have to see them flapping around? Thanks.