Super Bowl Redux
By Superfan
“You can’t count out a Giant. You can’t count out our heart.” - Justin Tuck.
It’s Monday morning, I have no voice left, and the fact that our NEW YORK FOOTBALL GIANTS are going to the Super Bowl is still sinking in. We’re there, baby!! That same team who (others had said) was dead in the water just over a month ago, who had to replace their head coach and defensive coordinator (okay I’ll eat some crow on the latter), who’d be lucky to sniff a .500 finish - that same team is REPRESENTING THE NFC IN SUPER BOWL XVI!
Before I say anything else - Lawrence Tynes, you’ve done it twice now. For the second time in four years, you have kicked us into the Super Bowl. I am sorry for calling you out, and all Giants’ fans are indebted to you. Thank you - there is no doubt your name has been secured in all-time Giants’ lure.
That wasn’t a pretty game by any stretch of the imagination. But, as the players and analysts were preaching all week, it wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be a bloodbath; an ugly, rainy, scraping, clawing, sixty-minute football war. As Adam Schein and Rich Gannon mentioned Monday morning on SiriusXM’s NFL Radio (I got my satellite radio back!), and I’m paraphrasing, “When you have two teams play such an evenly matched game, chances are the game will come down to one or two big plays on special teams.” And that’s EXACTLY what happened. I didn’t feel comfortable for a second watching that game Sunday evening. I woke up with only cuticles for fingernails. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The View from Home
Joe was back in town, but his new job found him working both days of the past weekend. Which meant, like last week, it was just JJ, Vandy, and me watching at the duplex on McClellan Drive.
From the time I woke up Sunday morning, I tried my best to do everything exactly as I did the week before. I got up and went to the gym, then grabbed breakfast and took Vandy out (kind of lucky that Joe’s being at work enabled me the opportunity to take Vandy out and keep things consistent). It also meant catching ESPN’s Sunday NFL Countdown, where I greatly enjoyed watching Chris Berman pick the 49ers to win. So far, so good. Then it was catching plenty of the early game before heading to NY Bagel and Deli for my weekly Giants’ Sunday special - a toasted everything bagel with cream cheese, lox, and capers (and onions during the playoffs).
JJ made it a close call, almost getting to my house after kickoff. He watched the early game at Q’s, a local sports bar, where he said that “a 49ers fan was hitting on me, so I talked to her.” He then mentioned that he “lost track of time” because he was getting her number. At least he made it over on time, or there would’ve been trouble. But in retrospect, it was a nice little pregame metaphor of things to come, a Giant (fan) getting the better of a 49er (fan) at the last moment.
The game was crazy, and JJ and I found ourselves watching Eli battling many a third and long early on. In previous years, this would’ve been excruciatingly frustrating. But this past season and especially these playoffs, third and long is a SMALL THING TO A GIANT. You always know when things get tough, Eli will find the open man. In the first half, that open man was Victor Cruz - a lot. And we were going nuts in the second quarter when Eli found the tight end with one of the coolest (and most appropriate for a New York Giant) names in sports - Bear Pascoe, for our first touchdown of the game. Then once more, as the first half was winding down, Eli took us on an impressive scoring drive, finding Cruz three times before ending the half with a clutch Lawrence Tynes field goal.
Joe made it home for a majority of the second half, just when things got their sloppiest. I started pacing back and forth, unsure of how to regain momentum. But I had faith, and our Gmen didn’t let me down. By the time that kick went through the uprights in overtime I was back outside, like I had been many times before in these previous weeks, running around in circles screaming at the top of my lungs. It quickly dawned on me that the 49ers are a California-based team, and I was in California, as more than one person had the decency to open their windows to share their two cents on my celebratory antics.
Despite my experience there last season, and thanks in part to several convincing e-mails from Steve Ohsie (the head of the Giants’ fan club) of great fan celebration videos, JJ and I went straight from my place to O’brien’s to celebrate with other members of the Santa Monica/Brentwood G-Fam. It was awesome. Driving past the place, all you could see was a sea of Giants’ jerseys standing on the sidewalk outside jumping and screaming. As soon as we parked I ran like a madman to the first guy I saw in a jersey, screamed, and hugged him. JJ was close behind me, and I was so crazed all I could do was point him out to the stranger I was hugging and mutter, “Him too! Go giants!!” The night was capped off when JJ and I went to Poquito Mas for dinner and some 49ers fan approached me, recognizing my jersey, and simply said, “Good win.” I’ll call that a day.
A Familiar Sight, A Familiar Feeling
NFC Championship game. On the road. Coughlin, Eli, and company. Taken to overtime. NO PROBLEM! I can’t stress enough how well our defense played. Or Eli. Or special teams, coming up with HUGE PLAYS when it mattered most.
Starting with the offense - to throw the ball nearly sixty times in bad weather, while getting knocked down about twenty or so times (six of them sacks), and have no interceptions? Unbelievably clutch. Guys made plays for him, the offense was patient, and while running game wasn’t too successful, and we did throw a lot, we didn’t completely abandon the run game. And doing that to keep San Francisco honest made a huge difference as the game went on. They all knew a big play opportunity would present itself eventually, and when it did, they capitalized. That’s all you can ask for in such a big game.
Defense was on point. Except for two big plays to Vernon Davis, San Francisco’s offense didn’t do a thing. Gore was held to less than one hundred yards. Smith was sacked three times and never got into a rhythm.
Special teams won us the game, plain and simple. Without them, we’re watching San Francisco play in Indy in two weeks. Time for game balls:
Offensive Game Ball - Eli Manning. For being the toughest guy in football right now. (Honorable mention - Victor Cruz, for catching almost every third down pass thrown his way.)
Defensive Game Ball - Jason Pierre-Paul. He had five tackles, one assist, a half-sack, and several tipped passes. Never takes a play off when he’s out there. Can’t wait to see what he does under the bright lights of the Super Bowl.
Special Teams Game Ball - (tie) Lawrence Tynes and Devin Thomas. Lawrence Tynes for the reasons stated earlier in the article. Devin Thomas for recovering both fumbled punt returns, and being very smart about it the first time, knowing it went off Williams’ knee despite the initial on-field ruling.
Non-Gmen Thoughts of the Week:
· Want to send my thoughts and prayers out to JJ’s uncle, Donnie Schechter. His cancer relapsed and he’ll have to battle through chemo once more. Also to JJ’s mother, Terry Epstein, who will once more have to undergo a very tough procedure to help her brother. I’ve met Terry and have heard plenty about Donnie, and from what I’ve seen and heard, they are about as tough and strong-willed as they come. You both are in my prayers, and hopefully now the prayers of the rest of the Giants’ family as well.
· On a lighter note, JJ’s brother Ian just found out on Monday that he’s going to be a father! Uncle JJ! Congrats!!
· R.I.P. Joe Paterno. The last few months of his life were no doubt filled with controversy, but as a football coach and a mentor, the man was a legend. Thoughts and prayers to the Paterno family and the Penn State community.
· Finally, to Gary Carter. Such a sad turn of events for the guy. Even as a Yankee fan, I have the utmost respect for what he did as a Met both on the field and off.
Final Thoughts:
Time to look for flights to Indy! We’re one game away Giants’ fans! Rematch of Super Bowl XII! It’s a little strange that the whole “revenge tour” aspect just flipped from the Giants to the Patriots, but I’m okay with it. The Giants still know what needs to be done, and are more than capable of taking care of business. Enjoy the week off, and to talk all things Giants’ while we wait for the Super Bowl to get here, you can e-mail me at gmensuperfan@gmail.com, find me on Facebook under the name “Gmen Superfan,” and follow me on Twitter under the user name “@gmensuperfan1.” I’ll talk to everyone after the Super Bowl! Until then, GO GMEN!!