It was in the 70s and the NY Giants were having a bad year. I was about 9 years old and I remember watching my father knock over his "swivel" chair in excitement for what apparently was a rare touchdown. I rushed over only to find him continuing his celebration while on his back. I think it was all over for me. I HAD to SEE more.
What was it about this game that caused
a grown man to act so ridiculous?
I guess I was determined to find out, so every Sunday I began to follow the Giants. It wasn't long before I understood the game and could understand the "addiction" or I'd like to refer to as
Season after season I watched and I realized just how few of my girlfriends knew what I knew. Most didn't care one bit. Or at least that's what they all said....
This effort is because of a tremendous desire
I have to change a few minds,
make some more fans who
with this game just like me!