Life in the Center of the Universe
I have, for reasons too complicated to elucidate, chosen to watch every New York Giants post-season game at what many believe is the center of the universe--the Peter McManus Cafe.
Thus I found myself there last night, witnessing the miracle that is Big Blue. And it was absolutely fabulous. At the end of the game, people were screaming and shouting and jumping up and down. I used it as a chance to steal a couple of wallets. Plus some celebrating.
But, all that said, it is worth noting that the intensity of last week's celebration at the whupping of the Dallas Cowboys was more fevered than last nights. Because, dear reader, there is only one thing half as good as messing around in boats, and that's beating Dallas.
Bring on the Super Bowl.
Thus I found myself there last night, witnessing the miracle that is Big Blue. And it was absolutely fabulous. At the end of the game, people were screaming and shouting and jumping up and down. I used it as a chance to steal a couple of wallets. Plus some celebrating.
But, all that said, it is worth noting that the intensity of last week's celebration at the whupping of the Dallas Cowboys was more fevered than last nights. Because, dear reader, there is only one thing half as good as messing around in boats, and that's beating Dallas.
Bring on the Super Bowl.
posted by Geoffrey at 9:49 AM
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