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  1. This year, they ran out of gas, caved under the enormous pressure of a possible congressional investigation, perfection, and a good Giants team.

    In that order. Fuck Justin Tuck, the Giants won because Arlen Specter loomed over the Pats







    Hey, he might be right. When I see pictures like this, I think to myself "Spygate was in the back of Brady's mind. That's why they blew it."





  2. I wonder if this is the end of the NFC East being the BUTT of bad jokes. They had three representatives in the playoffs--one being the first seed, another winning it all, and a third that went on a serious tear to squeak in. Poor Eagles.




    The NFC East has been the most consistently good top to bottom division in the NFL the past few years. When were they a joke?


    I was referring more to this board in general, in which you can find "NFC Least" jokes as far back as the beginning of the playoffs, I think.


    That was actually the perfect example of how a group of fans can make everyone begin to hate them.


    It certainly wasn't my intention to conjure hatred. It was a passing thought and I am not going to adopt a "woe is us" attitude; that would be absurd. Though I do think the league and the AFC are strong enough to generally prevent another NFC East Renaissance like the one from '90-94.

  3. The parade was fun. I was standing at Broadway and Cortlandt and the crowd was several rows deep (they estimate about two million people attended). I tried to get some great pics to share, but thanks to the ubiquity of camera phones, digital cameras, and hand-held camcorders, all my pics are of a sea of hands holding media devices snapping shots of a sea of hands holding media devices snapping shots of...


    I wonder if this is the end of the NFC East being the BUTT of bad jokes. They had three representatives in the playoffs--one being the first seed, another winning it all, and a third that went on a serious tear to squeak in. Poor Eagles.

  4. Last week, NPR did a take on Super Bowl media week, as it would be penned by William Shakespeare.


    Here's the page with a link to the streaming audio file of this being performed. Very funny and recommended.







    The Players: Sideline Wench, a reporter for the Duchy of Fox; Kornheisercranz, herald; Wilbonstern, herald; Brady, a fair-haired boy; Eli, a boy; reporters, bloggers, correspondents, cameramen, soundmen, hangers-on, sycophants, small children throwing rose petals.


    Our drama begins as a slovenly mob of sports journalists enters the field at the University of Phoenix Stadium. A fetching reporter, the Sideline Wench of the Duchy of Fox, steps forward.


    Sideline Wench: Since none of my sex 'tis allowed

    Within the network booth on high,

    'Twill be my one sweet distaff voice

    Midst these growling sports-page lowlifes

    Which will, upon my sideline nunnery,

    Dare confront the pretty Brady.


    Two heralds, Kornheisercranz and Wilbonstern, wearing hideous matching ESPN doublets, elbow the Sideline Wench aside.


    Kornheisercranz: Upon this line-ed greensward set within

    A desert the Almighty fixed but for cactus

    Will be this, our strange stage for Sabbath's pigskin war,

    Waged by mesomorphs come from green Blue States afar.


    Wilbonstern: 'Tis stranger still the warrior names affixed,

    For they would better be the one, the other.

    Think on it: those called Giants are but dwarfs here,

    Mere ciphers in the point spread, a goodly dozen down.


    Kornheisercranz: Yea, the true giants, these peerless monsters,

    Call themselves Patriots, e'en though they give shame

    To that sweet address, trafficking more as traitors,

    Scoundrels in video deceit, cashing all manner of Belichicks.


    Sideline Wench: But, hush all you scribes who bloviate so,

    For comes now fair Brady, he who is as super

    In his mortal company as e're this game is to sport.

    But soft! Let me look upon him as if I filled his embrace.

    Oh! A visage that Narcissus would have traded for!

    And a manner that knows neither pressure nor fear.

    But, alas, 'tis women of fashion that he favors,

    For one already has his babe, another his flowers,

    And I, only a sideline wench who can but model dreams.


    And now Brady enters amid a crowd of admirers. Small children toss rose petals in his path.


    Kornheisercranz: Methinks the crunch upon his presence is so great,

    And the paparazzi do shine forth such a spangled glare

    That the great golden orb above must be dimmed

    And the sounds of Niagara itself seem noiseless

    Before the din of questions that confront our great Brady.


    The Media: Brady, Brady what is afoot with thou?


    Brady: Good men of the press box, I come whole to you,

    For always the feats I have achieved, were upon my two feet.

    And Sunday, I shall play the same no less,

    One game at a time, one good foot before the other.

    But now, I bid you, let me take my leave to join my mates,

    For by rolling alone, there is no way for Moss to gather passes.


    Narrator (in hushed tones): And so Brady exits stage left ... and the heralds return.


    Wilbonstern:: But look now, who approaches from yon other way?

    'Tis young Eli, who seems, in his manner, yet a boy,

    No match for such a paragon as the dauntless Brady.


    Kornheisercranz: 'Tis so, he is yet more Manning than man,

    But the football blood that fills that callow vessel

    Is as royal as Brady ever bought to his captured throne.

    Eli is the seed of the sainted Archie

    And thus branch from the same tree as Peyton,

    He, who made stallions of Colts but twelvemonth past.

    Mayhap the lad can, with a pigskin, find the same mark

    Little David did when bookies of yore favored huge Goliath.


    Sideline Wench: So, withal, is the grandeur of Brady match for the legacy of Eli?


    With that I take to silence and send it back up to the big boys in the booth.


    And so the curtain falls on our Super Bowl drama ... with apologies to Shakespeare and thanks to our weekly sports bard, commentator Frank Deford, who played the part of Kornheisercranz. Thanks also to Sylvia Poggioli, who played the Sideline Wench, Neal Conan as Wilbonstern, Ari Shapiro as Brady and Steve Inskeep as the Narrator.


  5. Just checked the Giants message board: it's like the end of Jedi, Special Edition over there with everyone in the galaxy celebrating following the Death Star explosion. Fans from all over the NFL have registered to say thanks to the Giants. Cowboys fans, Redskins fans, Chargers, Browns, Rams...if this country's NFL fans are this elated, I don't think I realized what this meant to the rest of the country to see 19-0 stopped. I mean, I knew people didn't like the Pats, but damn. Even Eagles fans got excited and proclaimed "the lesser of two evils."

  6. The funniest thing about this Giants season is that everyone pointed out how they only beat the easy teams on their schedule and were bested by all the decent ones. Yet, they ended up avenging nearly every one of their defeats (Minnesota is the only team that beat the Giants without in turn also being beaten by them). You can also look at the Tampa Bay game as a measure of revenge as well, since Garcia was responsible for bouncing the Giants from the wild card round on two different teams.

  7. I don't care if I am the biggest nerd on the block; I'm stoked for the Presidents of the United States of America's fifth full-length: These are the Good Times People.


    Sign me up for that one too!


    Fair warning though: I don't know what to expect, since Dederer, the original guitarist, was for all intents and purposes replaced by the touring guitarist, who was promoted to a full-fledged member. Luckily, the frontman, Ballew, was always the principal songwriter, but lineup shifts usually spell disaster for groups I previously enjoyed.

  8. I picked this up for my wife for Christmas, as she enjoyed the show when it aired on Discovery. I recently found out, though, that the original, BBC-branded version of the show I picked up (as it was the only DVD release I've seen of the show in stores) uses a different narrator and possibly a different score. My fault, yes, though it's irritating that the version us Yanks were given on the tube wasn't the version we were given in stores (the only place I've seen the Sigourney Weaver-narrated, Discovery-branded version is on the Discovery website--something I saw just now while researching).


    The consensus is that people that have seen both apparantly like the British narration better, as Sigourney supposedly sounds flat and emotionless in comparison. Since we haven't popped the shrink wrap yet, I have a question for those that have seen both: which do you prefer? Is it worth returning the BBC version and ordering the Discovery version? Are there any other jarring differences? Thanks in advance.

  9. I think McNabb is Andy Reid's dealer; that's the only reason Reid would insist on McNabb being the starter year after year, despite always being out-performed by the 2nd stringers.


    They were turning into a dangerous team with that other kid taking the snaps. As a Giants fan, I breathed a sigh of relief when Reid announced McNabb's return to the lineup the week before that game.



  10. Washington never seems to play well in NY, regardless of who they are playing(See game against the Jets earlier this season). The Giants pretty much have the #5 seed locked up, and Washington is in a fight with about five other teams for the final spot. Maybe Super-backup Todd Collins can get this team a couple of wins while Jason Campbell gets healthy!?!



    Who knows? It's win-and-they're-in for the G-Men, but I'm not expecting any of their remaining games to be cakewalks.


    Which brings us to an interesting point of debate: if you're the Giants and you have a playoff spot wrapped up going into week 16, and the Pats are 15-0, do you:


    a) Rest up your starters, since you're going to lose anyhow, nothing's on the line (save pride), and you don't have a week off before the Wildcard?


    or b) Dude, they're about to go 16-0. You have to play your starters and at least TRY and stop it from happening, even if it's unlikely. C'mon, don't wuss out in front of the home crowd. A loss will be demoralizing heading into the playoffs--even if the outcome may be inevitable.


    The choice may also depend on if the Pats plan to give their starting squad two weeks off, as well.


    Surprising consensus on the NYG message board: Rest 'em.

  11. Sorry for bumping this thread, but I just finished the series and I'm just as miffed right now as the rest of you were months ago. That ending was unexcusable--easily the worst series finale I've ever seen, which is saying something since I have seen Seinfeld's.


    So for everyone else: did your original disappointment subside with the passage of time, or are you still as ready to lynch Chase as you were last summer? Now that you've pulled back from the series, how do you view it as a whole?

  12. The unnecessary boss-reprise levels--specifically Viewtiful Joe. I quit that game because of that level.


    I generally hate FPS levels that take place in sewers or caves.


    The Wily Castle mission in the original Mega Man. No passwords--you need to do it in one sitting.


    I quit Vice City over the level where you need to save your friend from the Cubans in the junkyard.


    Last night I had a shit fit because I died on level 49 of the 50-level Cave of Ordeals in Twilight Princess (and the 50th level contains nothing but a fairy).

  13. I don't consider the 2002 playoffs to have actually happened.

    See, I couldn't even remember my own most hated team getting humiliated on their home turf for the first time ever


    That's how forgettable that postseason was.



    Wasn't that the year the Eagles lost the NFC championship game in the last NFL game played at the Vet? That's pretty notable...

  14. I remember really being into Michael Jackson when "Thriller" was the rage. Later, I was wearing out "Weird" Al cassettes. Around 8th to 10th grade, it was probably Nirvana. And now it's time for my post to get particularly vulnerable: I went through phases of the Presidents of the United States of America and 311. I still enjoy PUSA though. And that's my confessional.

  15. Typical stuff. They finally nailed him for something other than what everyone wanted him in jail for...just like Al Capone finally landing behind bars for tax evasion. Well, whatever works.


    I think it's funny that the "If" on his book cover is almost non-existent. He's definitely rubbing America's--and Goldman's father's--nose in the fact that he got away with it.

  16. By far my two favorites are Happy's Deli at Lafayette and Franklin in Chinatown (trust me), and Princess Pizza at 5th Ave. and 14th St. in Brooklyn (more notable for the best chicken parm sandwich, hands down, with a toasted hero roll, gobs of sauce, and melted mozz overflowing down the sides).

  17. Why Saliva? They're bad, but I haven't heard boo from them since around 2001(?). I won't call anyone "the worst" that I don't have to tolerate on an ongoing basis; they're doing me the favor of disappearing from my radar, and that must be worth a few points. For my pick, I'll choose Disturbed. Why does their singer think monkey grunts are cool (OOH-AH-AH-AH-AAAH!), let alone defile that Genesis song with them?