I am reluctant to post this on a Sunday considering most genration y’ers hate reading on the Sabbath, they are too busy eating carbs and watching marathons on TLC, but it has to be said, so I’m going to say it.
Ok, so, the Giants are in the playoffs, and people keep saying to me things like “aren’t you excited to be a part of a city that has the chance to go to a super bowl?” ”Wouldn’t it be so cool to be there if they won?” and the answer is no and no.
New York is filled with a few things besides sushi restaurants and theaters, one of them being immigrants. This means, this city is not 100 percent obsessed with one team, not only because New York is split between two teams itself, the Giants and the Jets, but also because New York is also split between an entire nation of sports fans that came here to try to make it.
I know of at least four different Philly bars in this city that have the game raging every Sunday– and for every other team out there, there is a bar for you as well so that just goes to show that not everyone here is into just one team.
Also, for every person in New York that does love the Giants, there are about 1,000 people that would rather be writing poetry or eating trash, which doesn’t really bode well in terms of an energetic sports town.
What I am trying to get at here, peepz, is that, wether the Giants win or lose, really has no baring on my fun levels or personal gain, and foremost, I am a Philadelphia fan, so rooting for the Giants, unless they are in some position to somehow advance the Eagles into the playoffs, is just never going to happen for me and secondly, if I’m not going to see a couch lit on fire and people running through the streets naked and excited, who really cares?
If we were in a boastful, prideful sports city, where the majority of the civilians were so committed to one team that the whole city would be visibly down if the team lost and visibly euhporic if the team won, I would 100 percent be all about that team.
If let’s say, the Steelers were in the Super Bowl and I were still living in Pittsburgh, I wouldn’t necessarily being wearing black and gold, but you can bet 1,000 toddlers in tiaras that I would be cheering on dem Stillers, not for the fact that I love the team in any way shape or form, or really even have much love for it’s fans, but because I know the outcome would benefit me in some way.
If the Steelers won the Super Bowl, you could come to work late the next day, blame depression if they lost, blame not being able to find your car if they won and everyone would completely understand. If the Giants are in the Super Bowl, there are enough people that matter in my company that a.) don’t give a shit about sports in general b,) could care less about the Giants c.) were still at work the next day at 8 AM even though they flew in from being at the Super Bowl the night before and eating breakfast with Manning himself before the flight, that I would still have to come in on time.
In a small city, there is a common sense of pride regarding your team. You can go to the super market and you will see everyone wearing the same jerseys and sweatshirts and the buzz of small talk predicting scores and outcomes sounds like a layer of crickets throughout the store.
In New York, you don’t get that. In fact, I just ventured out to the store, and didn’t see a single Giants anything. Not a hat, not a single jacket, and I am living in a town that could potentially make it to the Super Bowl. So how can I be expected to support something I hate that even it’s own town isn’t supporting? Simple answer, I can’t.
To be fair, I do live in hipster douche central and I don’t think these people care about anything but if their pinterest or fedora look dope, but still, I would have been expected to see at least one sweatshirt.
I was in Pittsburgh in 2006 when they won the Super Bowl, and I will tell you first hand, there is nothing like being in a small city that has just won.
The things I have seen will never be able to be burned out of my memory, for the good or bad and I really do hope that girl finally got her beads, but the point is, if the Giants win, whatevs, I could care less, but if they lose, same diff, it’s not like I would have gotten anything exciting out of cheering for a win anyway.
And after all, this is New York, right? If you can’t get something out of doing it, it sure is hell ain’t worth doing.