Late Sunday Afternoon Football (Cards)
October 14th, 2012 by slangon

As you may recall from my post last week, I had the opportunity to attend my first football game last Sunday. Despite the inclement weather (and man was it cold and wet) I had an absolute blast. I didn’t start off the game thinking that I would, though.

If you didn’t see the game, the Giants received the ball and on the very first play after the kick off, fumbled it at the 22 yard line. The Browns ended up scoring a touchdown not even a minute into the game. I immediately was looking like this guy.

Things didn’t improve much offensively or defensively and 2 minutes later Cleveland scored again. So there I was, cold, sitting in a light drizzle with the Giants down 14-0 just 3 minutes into the game. At that point I was seriously considering calling it a day. Luckily, I had drunk a bunch of beers in the parking lot which bolstered my resolve and I stuck it out long enough to see the Giants actually score a touchdown. Then a field goal. Then another touchdown. Then another. Then another field goal. All this time Cleveland only managed 1 field goal and the score was 27-17 in the Giants favor at the half.

All the sudden, I started to look like this guy.

The New York defense continued to keep the Browns out of the end zone while the Giants chipped away at a couple of more touchdowns for the rest of the game and by the time Cleveland managed to score another touchdown with 4 minutes left, it was pretty much too late. By then the score was 41-20, so those extra 3 points didn’t do too much good.

It was a pretty awesome day (until some douche bag Yankees fan had to go and ruin it my telling me to burn my Mets hat, buy a Yankees hat and become a true fan) (wouldn’t following his instructions be the polar opposite of being “a true fan”?). Of course, the Browns are a pretty hapless team, so I guess you can say the Giants damn well should’ve beaten them. This week might not be so rosy since they’re facing off against the 49er’s, who are decidedly not so hapless.

Hopefully by the time it all ends, I’ll be looking more like Bobby Johnson and less like Leonard Marshall.

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