Clareified

So, over the past couple of months I’ve been receiving a lot of pot shots since I came out as a Patriots fan.
I met up with Pauly in Australia rocking my Tom Brady jersey and I gave him a hug. As I pulled away, he said “Patriots, jersey? What the hell? Now I have to shower!” I laughed and Mary said “now ask her how long she’s been a Patriots fan.” I smiled, and started counting on my fingers…NINE WEEKS! I proclaimed.
Pauly laughed and said “well, I can respect that you admit that.”
And that has been the most gentle of the ribbing. Others have said much much nastier things…of course, as a tagline having Clay Aiken fan, I can’t very well imagine that these people think anything they say is going to shame me in anyway about my choice of the best and only undefeated team in the NFL as my favorite football team. Or MVP Tom Brady as the love of my life.
I mean, the phrase sasat was invented for this very reason.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I understand the bitterness. Fandom is supposed to involve suffering and tears and hope and longing and then, only after many many years of misery, should you be rewarded with the happiness and joy of victory. You know, like dating. Nobody likes those schmucks that marry their childhood sweethearts.
Believe me, I’m a Mets fan. I get it.
But buck up, because the fact that the Giants somehow managed to weasel their way into the Superbowl against my guys is my comeuppance.
I am now…gulp…standing in a sea of this against my city.
No one loves New York like I do. I was born and raised here and have never lived more than 90 miles away. And lord knows, as a proud blue Yalie the only thing I hate more than Boston is Harvard. Shudder.
Now, I’m sure if I hadn’t fallen in love with Tom Brady The Patriots, I’d be rooting for Eli and his merry band of assholes who tried to hurt Tom Brady last month, stupid jerkfaced punt returning for a touchdown punks. Not that I’d really care, The Jets/Giants never really captured my passion. But that it was New York against Boston would have been enough to get me rooting for Big Blue, albeit casually.
But as it stands, here’s to hoping the Giants go down in a big fiery flame of “And it’s Brady to Moss…touchdown!” All night long.
I’ll be watching with my entirely hostile Giants loving, but probably more specifically Brady ating, crew over in Jersey City, in front of Alceste’s ever-so-slightly larger than mine, plasma. And Mary’s bringing the bacon.
I’ll be wearing Patriots colors, drooling over Tom and booing Manning. But know, that a little part of me will die inside when I’m jumping up and down with…shudder…the Bahstan fans.
Oh, and I’ve decided to start a movement to change the abbreviation for the Patriots, from “The Pats” to “The Riots!”
GO RIOTS!!

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