Seth: Hey Greg, why don't you go piss your pants?
Greg the Soccer Player: That was like 8 years ago, asshole!
Seth: People don't forget!
One of the greatest days of my life, February 3rd, 2008. It was also the most quiet night in the city of Boston in my five years living there. Which is funny, because Patriot fans were basically guaranteeing victory. I mean, they were 18-0 going into the game and the Giants squeaked into the playoffs as a 10-6 wildcard. An NFC wildcard team had never won a Superbowl before. It really was one of the biggest upsets in the history of sports.
I was a freshman in college at Northeastern. I remember we decided to go to my one buddy's dorms to watch the game because he got lucky and lived with some guys from the hockey team, so his room was a little bigger than the shoe boxes the rest of us lived in. We went to the Fens, a sketchy part of town, to get beer with an even sketchier fake ID, then ordered a ton of wings and other food that makes you poop your brains out. Most of my friends in college ended up being from NY and NJ, so while we were all obviously rooting for the G-MEN, we had realistic expectations. Even though the Giants nearly beat them in Week 17, could they repeat that effort? Randy Moss and Tom Brady straight up scared me. We expected the inevitable Patriots win and ensuing celebration throughout the city. We dreaded it. But, not on this day.
Not on Eli Manning's watch. Not on Michael Strahan's watch. Not on David Tyree's watch baby! It was hard to believe we were even in the game in the 4th quarter. Then, history was made.
I've never jump so high off of a bunk bed before. We went nuts. We went into shock. Did that just happen? How did Eli not get tackled? Did David Tyree just catch a ball on his head? Is this real life? It was. Then Eli finished it off with the TD to Plaxico and the dream came true. We didn't have to wake up.
To celebrate, we thought it would be a great idea to run around Boston in our boxers. That lasted about 30 seconds until we ran into about 100 riot police. I'm talking decked out with shields and big-ass billy clubs. They had stationed all of them in my own dorm, preparing for the Patriots fans celebration. And they had good reason after the riots from when the Red Sox won the World Series just months earlier. These cops were understandably pissed: they were all working on Superbowl Sunday, and the Pats lost. So, a handful of asshole Giants fans running around celebrating were the last people they want to see. Greatest line from the first cop who saw us, who said "If you don't go back to wherever you live immediately, we are going to beat the shit out of you. Go the fuck home. "
The city was dead quiet. All you could hear were Patriots fans, literally crying. A bunch of pussies. New-England-tears-you-taste-so-good.
18 wins, 1 GIANT loss. Suck it New England.
This is also sad because I just realized I was a freshman in college 8 years ago. We watched the game in freaking standard definition. The days of the flip phone. And AIM. And MySpace. Damn I feel old.
That's was the best super bowl ever!!!
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