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Simply Speaking: Super Bowl

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Okay, I’ll admit to pulling for the New York Giants in Sunday evening’s Super Bowl game.

And yes, New York City is definitely situated north of the Mason-Dixon Line, thus having the despicable Yankee designation, once so hated down here, but they were my team that night.

Of course, the New England Patriots are embedded even deeper in Yankee Land, also once despised as much or more than New York City. 

Actually, the Giants are physically situated in East Rutherford, New Jersey, but the New Jersey Giants just doesn’t have a natural ring to it. 

Sort of like the Arlington Cowboys won’t wash. 

Arlington Rangers Baseball Club, same thing…

Somehow Eli Manning, quarterback for the Giants, is a lot easier for me to take than Tom Brady, who seems to reek in a kind of New England snobbishness and superiority. 

And with the sport media continually telling us how Coach Belichick and quarterback Brady are each best of their class, I enjoy pulling for the underdog.

But Elisha “Eli” Manning is a Southern boy, born in New Orleans, La. on Jan. 3, 17 days before Ronald Reagan was inaugurated to his first term as President in 1981. 

Maybe being born while Jimmy Carter held the Oval Office is one reason he seems to continually have to fight the Fourth Quarter uphill battles.

To his credit, a brilliant reputation is being established with those last ditch heroics, such as millions witnessed Sunday evening. 

The Arlington Cowboys had that number pulled on them late last year here in Jerry Jones Stadium when the Pokes were still in the running for a championship.

We’ve seen it before, haven’t we, Cowboy fans? 

Still, it’s hard to get used to. 

So, in a way, it was kind of nice to pull for a team that actually pulled one out of the hat, such as Eli and the Giants did after Madonna strutted her stuff, for what seemed forever, in the Halftime Show (wonder if Hell might be a place where something similar to that kind of “entertainment” actually does go on forever…and its inhabitants are trapped into watching everlastingly?)

Another thing; Archie Manning, the daddy, and Eli the son, both attended the University of Mississippi and starred there on “Rebels” football teams. 

Older son Peyton shone with the Tennessee “Volunteers.” 

Good Southern boys, all, and all attending universities situated below the M-D Line.

 Since I seldom venture over into sports in this column, maybe this change of pace won’t offend too many of you. 

In a Sunday afternoon phone conversation with a friend up in the mountains of New Mexico, I inquired whether she intended to watch the Super Bowl.

Her answer was in the affirmative, saying either that or clean out a closet. I responded in kind...

Actually, as television cameras pan out into the stands during ALL the football games I view (when I’m not cleaning out a closet), a goodly number of the fairer sex are to be seen, some very much into the game, it appears, so maybe our female readers will pardon me for bringing up the subject this one time??? 

No, I was not referring to the cheer leaders, though the camermen do pan on them too...occasionally.

Anyway, for the ladies who are not into the game, and have a long list of things for hubby to do, no more football games until way up in July sometime.

Of course, basketball season is on…

May Yahweh bless through Yeshua, the Only Begotten, and forgive us for too many hours of viewing sports (or Dancing With the Stars).

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