THE GIANTS WON THE SUPERBOWL!!!!!! It isn’t as if I didn’t already know that they would, but I just wanted to say it again with capital letters and exclamation points to add insult to injury for all of those who were rooting for the Patriots to win. Yeah, it might be a cheap shot but if I’m wrong, I don’t wanna be right! So confident was I that my Giants would not let me down and they would be victorious even though they were dubbed the “underdog” in the competition, I threw a Superbowl party.
Before I go any further, I would like everyone to know that I did not simply jump on the Giants bandwagon when I saw that that they were on the road to victory. I have liked them ever since I was younger and I beat my older brother in a football game on the Playstation after selecting the Giants as the team I would play with. It didn’t matter to me that I lost a few (many) games with them after that first time, because they were already the ultimate to me. I do admit to not following football very closely, but I was still a big supporter of the Giants.
Okay, now back to the party. So, my mother and I decided that we would throw a Superbowl party even though my mother knows absolutely nothing about football, but she somehow got caught up in the Superbowl fever, though she refused to choose sides. My mother, believing that football is more of a man’s sport, had the intention of throwing the party for my brothers and their friends, but I had other plans. So, with my pizza, chicken, ribs, potato salad, cheese and crackers, Tostitos, and seven-layer dip in front of me, I settled myself on my couch in front of my father’s new 61-inch HDTV and prepared to see the Giants make history. My aunts, mother, cousin, and little sisters followed suit and it was official that the women had taken over and the boys would have to go find somewhere else to watch the game. Man, did we get caught up in it! We were shouting at the ref, cheering our respective teams on, and gloating when they pulled ahead of their opponents.
It was an intense game and I was positive that my team would win…and then the Patriots scored a touchdown and kicked a field goal, pulling ahead and bringing the score to 14-10. There was only about two and a half minutes left in the game and the Giants could not win without a touchdown. With my younger brother yelling in the background about how it was over and the Patriots had it, my faith started to waver a little bit. But in the last minute of the game, the Giants miraculously pulled ahead of the Patriots again and I rejoiced. I knew the battle was won and the Giants had done what many had doubted they could do. They had won the Superbowl against the Patriots and destroyed their perfect record, handing them their first loss of the season. I screamed, my aunts cried, and we ended our party elated and just a little richer (both in spirit and money because some of us had bet on the game). :D
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