You had to be diplomatically quiet ?
We were at our best friends’ house for the NFC championship game in January ‘86 for the NFC championship game (her dad was a big ‘Skins fan, that poor man suffered, kept looking at me for comfort as I sat there, stolid, while cheering like crazy inside.
Few weeks later my sister-in-law invited us for super bowl. They were deliriously happy in the first half, I was dying, but kept smiling and winking at them. 2nd half was brutal for them. They couldn’t take it, so they turned off the TV, we said our thanks and walked out silently, half-way homely wife , the kids and I started laughing hard about the whole thing.
Animals!
So we ended up moving in with my in laws for three weeks when our apartment lease ended. That happened to be the year when our Giants faced the Pats for the second time in the SB. My father in law is not a big NFL guy and went to bed at 9 pm on SB Sunday. So here I am watching an amazing upset in a tiny guest bedroom trying not to yell in excitement while an entire household of people are asleep lol. I’d compare it to the scene from the movie The Other Guys when the cops are fighting at the funeral home, but are doing it as quietly as possible not to disrupt the wake.
In Philly.
Buffalo. Was somewhat reserved until the Norwood kick went wide right.
I had a good friend who is a Cowboys fan and we would watch the Cowboys-Giants games together because we could both root for our team without taunting each other or getting bent out of shape if our team was losing. We moved several years ago so we will still text during the games, but we don't watch them together anymore.
Point is, I would not expect him to sit stoically in my living room for a Cowboys game against the Giants, not would he expect me to do the same at his house. It seems silly to invite someone to your house and ask them to shut up so they don't upset you. Just don't invite them.
I'll call that a win-win.
I'll call that a win-win.
In the moment, yes it was a win-win. Looking back, I remember the 4th and 17.
I wasn’t trying to be diplomatic .....
it’s just that my son and I were surrounded by Niners fans. It was raining hard, it lucky I’d purchased a good plastic pancho (which covered my Giants sweatshirt). This young girl sitting next to me, kept trying to hug me every time the 49ers did something good (and visibly upset that I kept rejecting her advances) .....
There was a pause in the rain and I took off the stuffy pancho for a bit. She saw my sweatshirt and game me a look like I’d just shot the president !