tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863557816383416771.post452220502088897968..comments2024-03-20T02:17:35.429-05:00Comments on Giftie Etcetera: Finding the Redeeming Qualities in Others (aka "An Ode to the Crimson Tide)Giftie Etceterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11353862141419399333noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863557816383416771.post-28985864546071729042015-11-10T07:28:11.133-06:002015-11-10T07:28:11.133-06:00Oh, that story brings me back to November 1977 and...Oh, that story brings me back to November 1977 and the infamous 'Miracle in the Meadowlands' game between the NY Giants and Philadelphia Eagles. I was a young teen and couldn't understand my dad's fixation a team that had the worst choke in history. But there was my dad - a week later - cheering on those same Giants who had the ball with .38 seconds left, the lead and the Eagles with no timeouts to stop the clock last weekend and STILL lost. THAT was dedication. My dad was not a 'fair weather fan'. He stuck by his team no matter what. From that day on, the Giants became MY team too. I joke with hub that it's the longest, monogamous relationship I've ever had!<br /><br />I have family member who are 49er and (Grrr!) Cowboy fans and love to talk smack. I keep my mouth shut and just let the scoreboard do the talking!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com