Awaken fair EvanKessler.com readers, I have a treat for you. ‘Tis another in the long tradition of the weekend recaps. I’m so sorry that once again it has taken until Tuesday to reconvene our customary Monday tradition, but the events following this more than historic weekend have served to keep me busy beyond belief…or at least occupied. As you know, it was quite the historic weekend in the New York Metropolitan area for reasons previously imparted on this here website. It began with another traditional evening of drinking at the Lighthouse Tavern. My company alternated between Heather and Thea and back to Heather respectively as I sat, belly up to the bar for most of the evening making pleasant conversation with friends and bartenders alike. The night did not feature any spectacular occurrence, merely alcohol intake and vocal chord vibrations.
Saturday had the potential to be more or less just as unspectacular as the previous one. However, I tempered boredom by indulging in an activity…of the mostly inactive variety. I headed over to BAM Rose Cinemas and caught the 2:20 screening of the film There Will Be Blood. I found the film, which consisted more or less of Daniel Day-Lewis being mesmerizing for 2 hours and 40 minutes to be pretty good. I’m not going to call it the best movie ever but it certainly held my attention the entire time. I can’t see ol’ DDL not picking up the trophy for best actor at the Oscars.
After I returned home from seeing TWBB, I mostly just sat around waiting to figure out what I was going to do with myself. Luckily, as I sat there killing time and watching the same several stories about the upcoming Super Bowl XLII on a loop on ESPN news, I received a call from my good ‘ol friend Jess who was in town with her fiancé Mike for the weekend. The plan was that I would meet up with her at Commonwealth on 5th ave in Brooklyn later or when she called me.
It took quite a while for the call to come in and as I waited for the phone to ring again, I switched to ESPN2 to see if they were airing any Super Bowl Highlight films. As a child, the week before the Super Bowl, I used to spend the entirety of Super Bowl weekend leading up to the games watching the NFL Films presentations of every single Super Bowl up to the point of the current Super Bowl. Bear in mind, when I was nine, there had only been 21 Super Bowls and thus only had to sit through ten and a half hours of highlights that could be conveniently be split up over two days of consecutive showings. Now that they were up to 42, I certalainly had no desire for a 21 hour marathon, but I was curious to see just what game they were up to. To my pleasant surprise, the game that appeared on the screen was Super Bowl XXV, otherwise known as the Wide Right game when the Giants beat the Bills 20-19 on a missed Scott Norwood Field Goal. I took this coincidence to be a good omen for the next day’s matchup between the Giants and the Patriots.
Some time around 11pm as the highlight was coming to a close, I headed out of my apartment to grab a slice of pizza before meeting Jess. It was then I received her phone call and headed down to Commonwealth. It was an extremely pleasant outing as we were joined by Mike, Jess’s brother Matt, and his wife Renee. I’m not really sure what we talked about other than Scientologists, Milk Thistle, and Wilco, but I really enjoyed myself. At some point loud talking guys behind us left because they were sick of hearing Radiohead at every bar. Don’t get them wrong, they love Radiohead…they’d seen them five times, but every fucking bar the guys walked into they heard Radiohead. Oh the humanity.
Jess Shows Me The Traditional New Hamphsire Greeting for “Glad You Could Make It”
I’m not exactly sure what time it was when I arrived back home but I was so anxious for the Super Bowl the next day. I played two games of Madden 08, before going to sleep. When I woke up the next morning I was teeming with excitement. I worked off some of that excitement with a short trip to the gym but as soon as I got out of the shower that excitement built back up again. It was Super Bowl Sunday and my favorite team was playing in it!
My eyes and ears were glued to all of the pregame shows and I heard nearly every pigskin expert predict a Patriots victory. The lone dissenters on TV were Mike Ditka and Bob Costas, though Costas admitted it was just to be different. The closer it got to game time the more nerve addled I became. Part of me was sure the Giants didn’t stand a chance against the mighty undefeated Patriots, but I still had a measure of faith gurgling deep down in my gut.
At 3:30 Arby and I headed down to Jenny and Filler’s apartment where we’d be watching the game. I couldn’t contain my excitement and may have actually propelled myself to the party by pogoing up and down the entire way. However, this is somewhat of a falsity since I couldn’t pogo after we got beer at the madhouse C-Town on 9th st, packed to the brim with Super Bowl revelers and unfortunate souls who had picked the wrong day to do their grocery shopping.
When we finally made it to the bash there was a little over an hour to the game. The atmosphere was tense. There were a mere 2 patriots fans on hand in Arby and Marie. Actually, there may have been a 3rd but I didn’t really pay attention to them. I paid attention to the 2 good luck charms I had on hand. My Dave Meggett card from the 1990 season and my Scott Norwood Card. I believed seeing their Super Bowl XXV performance on TV the night before was a good omen so I brought their cards to bring the Giants luck. There were also other meaningless intangibles working in the Giants favor. The National Anthem was sung by Jordin Sparks, daughter of former New York Giant, Philippi Sparks.
Was A Win In The Cards?
Marie vs. Jenny= Pats vs. Giants
Marie’s Super Bowl Bundt Cake
At around 6:30 the game kicked off and for pretty much the next 3 hours my hands were on my head nearly pulling out most of my hair. It was a tense game for 60 Minutes and as previously noted in another post, the best game I have ever seen. When the clock finally ran out in the 4th quarter, the New York Giants had emerged victorious and shocked the worlld, which would include the Pro Football pundits. Giants fans leapt to their feet and hugged while the 2 Pats fans sulked.
The Moment of Victory
The Final Score
One Sad Pats Fan
Several minutes after the hugging came to a close I started to walk back with Arby and Marie. However, I received a call from Heather asking me to have a beer and continue the celebration. When I met up with her at Harry Boland’s pub, she was surrounded by the 4 most guido trash dudes ever who claimed to be huge Giant fans. Though when I compared this game to the 1991 victory over the Bills they were completely unaware that the Giants had won a Super Bowl other than the 1986 one and the one we were presently celebrating and they were belligerent about it. After one drink (or more likely 3 seconds) I decided that these douchebags were stupid, mostly because the entire conversation consisted of making fun of Heather’s accent and they also continued to exhibit any lack of knowledge over the the team whose jersey they had donned. As a result, I recommended we go over the Lighthouse and continue the celebration there.
Heather and I walked 12 blocks and arrived to find a friendly, jovial celebration in progress. Ear to ear grins were present on the face of every reveler, even the Eagles fans. I’m not sure what time I was at the bar til but I think I may have left after 4am. I was drunk, but with good reason. This was a celebration.
I woke up Monday morning with a considerable hangover. I don’t think I left my apartment for more than 10 minutes the entire day. I lay nestled in the comfort of my bed being propped up by pillows and working in the reclining position. Later in the evening Filler and I made plans to attend the Super Bowl Parade down the Canyon of Heroes the following day…and with that…bedtime.
9am this morning I was up an at ‘em…ready to officially celebrate a Super Bowl Victory with a ticker tape parade. Thing is, I kind of hate parades. I hate mass gatherings with little to no personal space. The Victory parade itself lived up to my expectations. I was crammed in between other fans, both real and fairweather for a few hours in the morning and early afternoon and caught precious few glimpses of the actual action. However, upon further review, I did get some serviceable images, though I leave this up for you to decide by viewing the pictures below that effectively end the weekend recap.
Filler Flaunts his Fandom
Manning to Burress…Touchdown!
Strahan Holding the Lombardi Trophy
This Looked Like A Scene from An Action Movie
This is Either Fred Robbins or Someone Else
The Offensive Line
Who’s Going To Clean Up This Mess?!?!