A Wave of Giant Emotions

Last night, as everyone knows by now the Giants won the Super Bowl last night. For a fan like me, in Wisconsin as a Giants fan, it was weird to celebrate.

Back in 2008 when the Giants made the improbable dream come true and won Super Bowl XLII, I had flashes back to being in the living room with Grandpa watching Giants games on the living room every Sunday, road games of course, he worked all the home games. I really never got to celebrate Super bowl XXI and XXV because I was too young. But that night I have my family here around me, and despite beating the Packers two weeks earlier, the hatred of the Pats brought us all together. I got to celebrate and my emotions were in check because of that.

Last night was different. When the clock hit zero and the game was over, I was extremely emotional. I was by myself. CJ was in bed (passed out during the waining seconds of the 3rd quarter) and Mandy was busy doing a personal project of her own. So I was jumping up and down and when I hit the ground again I was in tears. Sights of Grandpa came rushing into my head. It was a moment I needed.

The first thing I did when it was over, before the trophy presentation even, was move my car onto the driveway. When I was doing that I blasted "New York, New York". Sinatra was needed at that moment.

What an emotional ride. One I hope I experience again one day. I needed that.

Thank you Grandpa. I love you.