Giants football: Stages of Grief
It’s probably been a tough few weeks for this Giants fan. Pretty sad. What’s more discouraging is that the thoughts and emotions that are so graphically depicted here mirror my own. I’m pretty certain that if someone had put a camera in my face on the train back after the game and asked me to verbalize the pain and suffering I was enduring, I probably would’ve ended up sobbing like a little girl. Or it would’ve been really violent. There were a lot of Eagles fans on that train.
Anyway, I’ve basically gotten over it. The Knicks are playing pretty well, and the Australian Open has actually been pretty entertaining. I think I can now describe my Giants-related stages of grief.
Denial - No way we lost that game. I spent all last night dreaming about it (including a dream where the refs gave Donovan McNabb the option of either taking off his tattoos or throwing an interception. Weird, huh? Does he even have any tattoos?), so naturally this is a dream and I’ll just wake up and it will be 6 am and it’ll be time to go to the game. No way Gilbride would call for a shotgun direct snap sweep right on 3rd and 3 with the game on the line with a guy who’s not as good at getting three yards as the guy who would eat his helmet if he could (cause he’s tough, get it?). We haven’t done that all year. No way that happened.
Anger - Okay, seriously. Did Gilbride really call for a shotgun direct snap sweep right on 3rd and 3 with the game on the line with a guy who’s… whatever. And did we really just let a team that had no business being in the playoffs (see weeks 1-12, 16 and 18) come into Giants Stadium and win? Are there really THIS MANY Eagles fans on my train right now?!?!?
Bargaining - The season’s over, but at least we have two second round picks next year. It’s not that bad, right? And maybe, just maybe, if the Eagles lose to the Cardinals I can feel better about football/life and get on with everything.
Bitterness - Kurt f-ing Warner is leading the NFC in the Super Bowl? Psssh, okay, not watching. Football is over, and it usually sucks in general. Especially the Super Bowl - never lives up to the hype. C’mon Nadal!
Acceptance - See below.
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Football » Blog Archive » Giants Football : Stages of Grief | the Shockey Brigade on January 29th, 2009
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Jose on January 28th, 2009
yea… this guy basically verbalized most of what I was thinking after the game. Except, I was much more angry than sad. Every car ride home from the game this year consisted of the Giants post game in the background, and conversations like this:
Me: Dude, how good are we?
Derek: I know man… they can’t stop us.
Me: And our fuckin defense!
Derek: oh man.
…The ride home from the Eagle game was accompanied by low music in the background, 10-20 minutes of silence, broken with intermittent conversations like this:
Me: Did he really fuckin call that??
(Derek shakes head)
Me: FUCK!
…
Derek: ugh
Me: I know.
No tears were shed… but hearts were broken