I'm still a little bitter that the Giants beat the Packers in overtime a few weeks ago, thus denying us the Super Bowl and Brett Favre the chance to go down in a blaze of glory. So a big part of me wanted to see the Giants get their butts handed to them.
But in the end I couldn't bring myself to cheer for the Patriots, premature-gloating little cheaters that they were. So in the last minute of the game (the only part I got to watch at work with the sound on) when the Giants got that last touchdown and pulled ahead, I couldn't help but feel that the divine was somehow in play.
That, and walking through Times Square after the game, it was hard not to be a *little* happy for them. It was hard to tell whether the honking cars trying to get through the throngs of cheering people in the street were some kind of impromptu victory parade or just trying to get through.
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