Scene: Tim's living room. Tim is watching Eli Manning throw a fade to Plaxico Buress, with 35 seconds left in the 4th quarter, and 13 yards to goal.

tim (Manning throws football): oh.

tim (football reaches the arc peak): my.

tim (Buress catches football): GOD!!!!!

tim (tim leaping up so high in the air): OMIGOD! Omigod! OMIGOD! OMIGOD!!!!!

End scene.

I'm not a football fan but when your home team gets to the championships, you root them on. When I was a junior in high school, my chemistry teacher used to give us a quiz the day after the Giants lost. If they won, we didn't have one. So, needless to say, I followed the Giants. Did I love it? No. Did I learn to appreciate it? Yes.

Fast forward to Sophomore year at the University at Buffalo. Yes, that Buffalo. The Bills make it to the big game. Three years and no dice. Did it hurt? Yes. Did I follow the whole thing? Of course, as I said, "...when your home team..."

I confess, I didn't start watching until after the Patriots scored their last touchdown. I wanted to see what Eli had in him. Sometimes you have to make your dreams reality. Seems like Eli did. Congratulations to the home team. And thanks for the thrill of victory. Later.  ¶ 10:27 PM