NFL Week 16: The Week New York Became The Giants

Kate ConroySenior Analyst IIDecember 24, 2010

SEATTLE - NOVEMBER 07:  Running back Brandon Jacobs #27 of the New York Giants celebrates after teammate Ahmad Bradshaw #44 scored a touchdown against the Seattle Seahawks at Qwest Field on November 7, 2010 in Seattle, Washington. The Giants defeated the Seahawks 41-7. (Photo by Otto Greule Jr/Getty Images)
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Coach Tom Coughlin said he sat in a dark room for over two hours.
Justin Tuck gave himself a 24-hour window to replay the game, get pissed and realize that it did happen.
Eli Manning’s empty postgame press conference was difficult to watch and unimaginable to comprehend how being in the quarterback’s shoes must have felt.
It didn’t help that ESPN replayed Eagles Desean Jackson’s punt return, which scored Philadelphia’s fourth and game winning touchdown in under seven minutes.
All I felt was guilt because as an avid sports fan, I know better than to leave a game before the time runs out or the last out in the ninth.
In a sense, the last play I saw was TE Kevin Boss run in for a Giants touchdown, making the score 31-10. With just eight minutes left my Philly fan friend and I decided to leave.
The car was parked in literally Siberia and as we got to the elevator to leave, I looked at him and literally said:
“This is wrong, it doesn’t feel right. If something happens I am blaming you.”
He looked at me with a smug face, as if I was rubbing it in his face.
Up until that second it had been a splendid day for the G-men and the fans loved it. Dominating superman QB Michael Vick and allowing Jackson only one catch felt terrific.
The Giants looked better than ever and that was what made the eight minutes from hell seem even more mind-boggling.
Finally, reaching the car with possible frostbite on my hands, I reached in my pocket for my trusty iPhone and hit the NFL app to see the score had changed to 18-31.
The world knows what happened after that. My punishment was being trapped in a car with an Eagles fan, who screamed louder in disbelief with each touchdown—and me, the worst fan on earth having no way out.
Lesson learned, as my remorse has finally settled but I swear to the sports-gods never to exit so selfishly again.

It took four days for my veins to fill with blue again, as the anger, denial and disgust had subsided.
The truth is this Giants team is good, but a first-class kick in the behind is what turns good into great.
Now, you will win like Giants and I won’t miss a single second of it.