Monday, February 04, 2008
David Tyree for president
This is the happiest I have ever been on a Monday morning. I cannot stop smiling.
Nothing I could ever say or write would begin to do justice to what happened last night. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try a little something…
These days, we’re so quick to label things as “the best ever,” without ever really taking the time to think about what we’re saying in a historical context. Everyone wants to make grandiose statements to make what it is they’re saying sound better, and more profound, even if what they’re saying doesn’t exactly warrant such attention. That was the best meal I have ever had!
Realizing that makes it all the more special to say, with supreme confidence, that that was the best Super Bowl ever. That was the greatest Giants’ win ever. That was the best catch ever. And never before has a sports team elicited in me such a feeling of pride.
I can’t stop thinking about the game, about the dragons and Hall-of-Fame quarterbacks Eli Manning has slain on his way to glory, about Amani Toomer’s sideline footwork, about how Tom Brady will be seeing Justin Tuck and Michael Strahan and Osi Umenyiora is his nightmares for years to come, about the toughness of Ahmad Bradshaw, about how Randy Moss’s shadow looks a lot like Corey Webster, about how the New York Giants just won the Super Bowl.
I’m just so happy. I’ve never felt so compelled to do this, and I know it’s corny, but still: thank you, Giants, for that. That was the best.