New York Giants: Superstitions Can Keep Them Winning

The week following the victory for your favorite team can prove stressful.

This article is being supersticiously written following a Blue win in New York.

Recount every detail of every minute—where were you? What did you wear? What did you drink? What did you eat? How did you eat it?

You'll need to reproduce the exact same set of circumstances for the following week in order not to jinx your team's chances.

And whatever you do, don't say anything that can jinx the team either. Don't say the team name, don't say, "just like (insert last Super Bowl year)," or "different team, same situation," or "I wonder if Coach will cover his face with Vasoline again when he visits cheese town."

So, following a huge victory, we can have a better picture of what next Sunday will look like. 

There is immense faith in defensive coordinator Perry Fewell. If he can rally his finally-healthy troops to shut down Michael Turner, Matt Ryan, Roddy White and Julio Jones—and I mean SHUT DOWN—why not have faith that he can limit the reigning Super Bowl champs? 

And, the Giants have killed defenses all year using a salsa-dancing fool named Victor Cruz.

They proved this week that when you double cover him, other players that have been quiet all year can still step up. So, when Clay Matthews and his wildly obnoxious golden locks are bursting through the line, have faith that someone else will step up, too. 

And remember that awesomely reliable old man of a punter that the team in blue had four years ago? It seems that they finally have a replacement for Jeff Feagles and his name is a forge between what was unseasonably mild yesterday and an American car company.

In the first half, Steve Weatherford had the Atlanta Falcons starting on their own 21, 21 and 10 by kicking the ball out of bounds. The days of him letting a DeSean-Jackson-type returner get their hands on the ball are done.

The 6 train might be down for maintenance this week, but the 6'4'' train in the backfield is proving that, not only can he give good motivational speeches before games, but he can also still run people over if you're on the tracks.

Brandon Jacobs is a force to be reckoned with.

So, remember which train you took to Pigs n' Whistle on 36th street, how you ordered your Sam Adams Winter Lager, which pair of ripped Levi jeans you wore and how you ordered those wings with blue cheese.

Wait for Sunday, and repeat.