I’ve been a New York Giants NFL fan since I was a little boy growing up in Pomona, NY, just outside New York City. In the 60′s The Giants were horrible. But I have priceless memories of me and my dad driving to The Bronx and parking, then taking an elevated subway to the old Yankees Stadium, where The Giants played.
We would go early and stop at an old jewish deli for big bologna sandwiches and the extras. Then get to the stadium in time to see the warmups. The intoxicating sights and sounds and the priceless time with my dad were part of my foundation which eventually led me to pursue a career in tv sports.
My dad passed 2 years ago, but he was lucky enough to see The Giants win three Super Bowls. The first after the 1986 season was the best, at The Rose Bowl when Lousiville’s Phil Simms was the MVP. Made even more special because I got to cover Phil and his family out in L.A. and then hosted a celebration for them here at the old Louisville Gardens. There are no words to describe our insane happiness to see our favorite team reach the top of the world after being so bad for so long.
This Giants team was my dad’s favorite kind of team. Riddled by injuries, it got healthy late and put together an unlikely run which included a priceless regular season ending win over the hated Cowboys for the division title. Then more wins over The Falcons, Packers and 49ers, the last 2 on the road.
Now they have “The Giants” task of a repeat win over the formidable New England Patriots for a 4th Super Bowl win in 5 trys. In the same situation in 2007, The Giants stopped an unbeaten Patriots team for the NFL Title.
Here’s hoping they can do it again. But win or lose, it’s been a priceless few weeks for me. My children have seen their dad get a rare chance to be a fan. To yell at the tv and experience the roller coaster of emotions that can only come when your heart is truly with a team and the stakes are oh so high. Maybe Freddie, Chrisitian, Grace or Scarlett will somehow get a piece of what I got with my dad 45 years ago and pass it on to my future grandchildren. A shared experience that can only come with father and son and/or daughter through the wonderful delight that is sports.
I miss you dad. And I know on Sunday February 5, heaven will be rockin’ with you yelling…Goooooooooooooo Giants.”
You can count on the fact I’ll be yelling it too, and remembering all you did for me.