Being a Giants fan is hard. There is a lot of heartbreak that goes along with it. I don't like to get my hopes up...because I don't like to be disappointed. So when I started to hear murmurs of the potential for the playoffs, I did my best to ignore the talk.
While we watched the Giants play the Jets on Christmas Eve, we held our collective breath and when the Giants won we rejoiced. But I still kept my skepticism...because there was a huge game against the Cowboys coming up and I didn't want to be disappointed.
When the Giants beat the Cowboys...well, first I called my brother, the Cowboys fan, and rubbed his face in it. Then I said a short prayer that things would keep going well.
The following week, J and I got to go to the game. The person who bought our season tickets decided not to go to the playoff game. So we went...and it was a great game. The game was a shutout...but even better was the energy in the stadium. I've never quite experienced anything like it. Everyone was so happy and excited and there was a lot of high fiving going on.
But to be honest...I thought that game against the Redskins was going to be the Giants' last victory of the season. Their next game was against the Packers...the team that only lost one game all season. ONE GAME! There was no way...the Giants' had no shot.
Or so we thought.
I got an email from Cathy right before the game...telling me how much fun she thought the game would be. I didn't think it was going to be much fun at all. I was expecting a ridiculous blowout.
But then...that didn't happen. The Giants held their own.
And then they pulled ahead.
And then they won.
And we were shocked.
Cathy...I'm so sorry. We were prepared for our team to lose...you weren't. I'm sorry that your season ended like that.
But I'm thrilled for us. I'm thrilled for the Giants.
And I'm thrilled that we get to face the 49ers this week.
Hutch...we'll see you Sunday!