There was a massive snowstorm during the game and I can still picture our living room, watching the game while huge snowflakes drifted past the windows.
I remember going to the Long Beach airport to watch
the Super Bowl, we were going. He didn't care if it was on Mars.
Luckily we lived in Northern CA at the time and the game was played in Southern CA. We stayed with friends, went to the game and had an unforgettable experience.
I was a struggling young adult with a baby at home and only been following the Giants for about 5 years. Accepted an invite from my boss to watch the Superbowl at his house on the biggest tv I had ever seen at the time.
I was the only person at the party rooting for the Giants and was told they were going to be crushed!
That Superbowl performance solidified my love and support of the New York Giants! That team and even the coaches would forever be part of Giants lore for the fans.
Hope we are at the beginning FINALLY of getting back to that kind of success and lore.
when the Giants could do virtually no wrong, my lasting memory of that game was the pre-game introductions.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
I remember at halftime thinking we can't play any worse?
Second half was pure bliss. I recall my dad phoning me after the game saying can you believe The Giants won the Super Bowl?
when the Giants could do virtually no wrong, my lasting memory of that game was the pre-game introductions.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
The other great moment of the pregame introductions was Andy Headen telling the cameraman "Hey man, get the fuck out of here" on live TV.
RE: RE: Aside from the pure bliss of that second half
when the Giants could do virtually no wrong, my lasting memory of that game was the pre-game introductions.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
The other great moment of the pregame introductions was Andy Headen telling the cameraman "Hey man, get the fuck out of here" on live TV.
I am really sorry I don't remember that. That whole experience still feels a little like a dream. I remember all of the other Superbowls much more clearly because they didn't seem as surreal as the first.
Denver trotted out like 5 captains for the coin toss
Watching them dominate Green Bay, San Francisco and Washington at home down the stretch was a lot of fun
BTW, such a great pic of one of my all-time favorite Giants, Mark Bavaro. He was still in peak form in 1986. He gutted it out in the '90 run despite a lot of injuries. As did other key vets like Banks and Taylor (who had started to look somewhat mortal in '90)
with my parents. We were in the endzone fairly high up, which meant fairly far from the field at the Rosebowl. It was great but it was kind of crazy getting there as we had all kind of connection issues with cancelled flights, etc.
There was a massive snowstorm during the game and I can still picture our living room, watching the game while huge snowflakes drifted past the windows.
Snow really? Ha I don't remember that. I remember being a little concerned going into halftime, but you knew what was coming.... lol. Feels like a whole different lifetime ago now.
the Giants resurrection. He died the year before George Young arrived. He was a great, die-hard, knowledgeable Giants fan as ever listened to Marty Glickman on WNEW radio and watched Chris Schenkel on grainy, b&w TV. He watched the Steve Owens Giants from cheap seat the Polo Grands, indoctrinated my brother and I as soon as we were able to follow the game. Watching SB XXI unfold with my own young family, I couldn't help feel his presence. That game was for him and all the Giants fans like him who were there in spirit and remembrance.
the Giants resurrection. He died the year before George Young arrived. He was a great, die-hard, knowledgeable Giants fan as ever listened to Marty Glickman on WNEW radio and watched Chris Schenkel on grainy, b&w TV. He watched the Steve Owens Giants from cheap seat the Polo Grands, indoctrinated my brother and I as soon as we were able to follow the game. Watching SB XXI unfold with my own young family, I couldn't help feel his presence. That game was for him and all the Giants fans like him who were there in spirit and remembrance.
being somewhat misty eyed as he answered and made phone calls to fellow lifelong Giants fan friends who had stuck with them through the “15 years of lousy football” era
Incredible atmosphere. Still have my ticket, my program and the seat cushion provided.
I have all 3 as well.
I def have the ticket stubs and believe the program. Just said to my wife it was 35 years ago today and she was amazed at that number.
Remember the snow storm that cancelled Thursday's flights?
That day is my earliest childhood memory. My aunt lived down the street and was a huge John Elway fan and they had a huge widescreen TV. I remember having to leave during the 4th quarter and my dad walking me home, and it felt like floating.
I was 7 and it was really the first year I remember watching and caring about the Giants. We pretty much spent every Sunday at my grandparents' house and that was the year that I started to "get it" with all sports, particularly the Giants.
For the Super Bowl they came to our house, my grandfather was a "standing, arms folded" kind of fan, but when the 2nd half turned into a blowout, the quiet joy on his face as he sat back on our couch is what I'll always remember.
Looking back, it's easy to see how the 30 years between championships (mostly awful seasons) were being washed away by a moment he hadn't witnessed since he was a young man. He was 28 years old when they won the 1956 championship, my mom hadn't even been born yet, and 58 when they finally won again in '86 with his grandson sitting next to him in a Mark Bavaro shirt.
Such a great season and Super Bowl. I was a freshman at NYU, and had just experienced an amazing World Series in NY when the Mets won it all. I never seen anything like it. NY going nuts for a home town team. Just great. And, now it was the Giants turn. So much awesome.
I decided to grab a flight home to Rochester at the last minute. There was no way I was going to watch the Giants’ first Super Bowl without my Dad. It’s his fault I’m a fan in the first place. I got stuck at Newark Airport for 14 hours waiting for my flight because of a bad snow storm. I didn’t care. I was on a mission. Eventually, the snow slowed down enough for the flight to get clearance and I made it home. Dad, my brother and I had the best time. Just the greatest memory.
I thought Whitney Houston’s rendition of the National Anthem was one of the greatest of all time. I don’t care she pre-recorded it. It was beautiful.
I had waited twenty years (Became a fan in 1966. What was I thinking??) I had season tickets, but couldn't get a seat for the big one. I watched on tv with my buddy from Sec. 331. Just... sheer joy. Such a great team. Since I lived in Westchester, I got to attend training camp at Pace College in Pleasantville pretty much every day during the summers, including stops at Foley's Bar, the team hangout. There was quite a bit of snow the week of the game. I always cross country skied at Rockefeller State Park, which is right down the road from the school. On the day before the game, on my way back from skiing, I stopped by Pace, parked the car, and stood on the snow covered practice field. The chills weren't just from the cold. It was a great time to be alive and be a Giants fan!
I had waited twenty years (Became a fan in 1966. What was I thinking??) I had season tickets, but couldn't get a seat for the big one. I watched on tv with my buddy from Sec. 331. Just... sheer joy. Such a great team. Since I lived in Westchester, I got to attend training camp at Pace College in Pleasantville pretty much every day during the summers, including stops at Foley's Bar, the team hangout. There was quite a bit of snow the week of the game. I always cross country skied at Rockefeller State Park, which is right down the road from the school. On the day before the game, on my way back from skiing, I stopped by Pace, parked the car, and stood on the snow covered practice field. The chills weren't just from the cold. It was a great time to be alive and be a Giants fan!
Foley's or Michaels? I remember them hanging out at Michaels a lot. I loved that place so myuch fun. I remember, I want to say Bobby Johnson, getting into an almost brawl with a dude because the guy's girlfriend was hanging all over Bobby Johnson. Ah good times. I miss those days. Also they had that great hockey game in the middle of the floor in the back room. We spend a lot of $$ in that thing.
I was in the same situation. I won't say it was bitter sweet because I was out of mind with sports joy that day but I was definitely aware that someone who should have been there was missing.
I was 7 and it was really the first year I remember watching and caring about the Giants. We pretty much spent every Sunday at my grandparents' house and that was the year that I started to "get it" with all sports, particularly the Giants.
For the Super Bowl they came to our house, my grandfather was a "standing, arms folded" kind of fan, but when the 2nd half turned into a blowout, the quiet joy on his face as he sat back on our couch is what I'll always remember.
Looking back, it's easy to see how the 30 years between championships (mostly awful seasons) were being washed away by a moment he hadn't witnessed since he was a young man. He was 28 years old when they won the 1956 championship, my mom hadn't even been born yet, and 58 when they finally won again in '86 with his grandson sitting next to him in a Mark Bavaro shirt.
at SUNY Brockport with the whole floor. We jammed people in to the room. We got trashed and celebrated in the open quad after the game. It was a blast. I immediately called my dad. He was so elated.
to watch Mel Hein and Tuffy Leemans. I didn't get to watch the game with him as we were in VA and he was in NY, but I know it was joyful for him.
I did watch with my dad, who was only 5 when they had last won it all. He was old enough to remember the championship game losses of the early '60s, and then the dark ages of the '70s. The only time I ever saw him as happy as XXI was when the Rangers won the Cup.
Thanks Jints.
There was a massive snowstorm during the game and I can still picture our living room, watching the game while huge snowflakes drifted past the windows.
The perfect season ending just the right way.
Luckily we lived in Northern CA at the time and the game was played in Southern CA. We stayed with friends, went to the game and had an unforgettable experience.
I was the only person at the party rooting for the Giants and was told they were going to be crushed!
That Superbowl performance solidified my love and support of the New York Giants! That team and even the coaches would forever be part of Giants lore for the fans.
Hope we are at the beginning FINALLY of getting back to that kind of success and lore.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
Second half was pure bliss. I recall my dad phoning me after the game saying can you believe The Giants won the Super Bowl?
I have all 3 as well.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
The other great moment of the pregame introductions was Andy Headen telling the cameraman "Hey man, get the fuck out of here" on live TV.
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when the Giants could do virtually no wrong, my lasting memory of that game was the pre-game introductions.
I can still remember the Giants coming out of the tunnel, McConkey waving his towel, and thinking to myself "The Superbowl isn't for the Giants. I wonder if this one will really count like other Superbowls."
The other great moment of the pregame introductions was Andy Headen telling the cameraman "Hey man, get the fuck out of here" on live TV.
I am really sorry I don't remember that. That whole experience still feels a little like a dream. I remember all of the other Superbowls much more clearly because they didn't seem as surreal as the first.
BTW, such a great pic of one of my all-time favorite Giants, Mark Bavaro. He was still in peak form in 1986. He gutted it out in the '90 run despite a lot of injuries. As did other key vets like Banks and Taylor (who had started to look somewhat mortal in '90)
There was a massive snowstorm during the game and I can still picture our living room, watching the game while huge snowflakes drifted past the windows.
Snow really? Ha I don't remember that. I remember being a little concerned going into halftime, but you knew what was coming.... lol. Feels like a whole different lifetime ago now.
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Incredible atmosphere. Still have my ticket, my program and the seat cushion provided.
I have all 3 as well.
I do too! Have Phil Simms autograph on my ticket!
I’m going to Disneyworld!
I have no doubt he was watching with you.
We lived in Virginia by that time. I have no idea if NY got any snow then.
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Incredible atmosphere. Still have my ticket, my program and the seat cushion provided.
I have all 3 as well.
I def have the ticket stubs and believe the program. Just said to my wife it was 35 years ago today and she was amazed at that number.
Remember the snow storm that cancelled Thursday's flights?
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Snow really? Ha I don't remember that.
We lived in Virginia by that time. I have no idea if NY got any snow then.
Yeah, I was in North Carolina at time and we got dumped on with a blizzard...
For the Super Bowl they came to our house, my grandfather was a "standing, arms folded" kind of fan, but when the 2nd half turned into a blowout, the quiet joy on his face as he sat back on our couch is what I'll always remember.
Looking back, it's easy to see how the 30 years between championships (mostly awful seasons) were being washed away by a moment he hadn't witnessed since he was a young man. He was 28 years old when they won the 1956 championship, my mom hadn't even been born yet, and 58 when they finally won again in '86 with his grandson sitting next to him in a Mark Bavaro shirt.
That one will always belong to that generation.
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Snow really? Ha I don't remember that.
We lived in Virginia by that time. I have no idea if NY got any snow then.
Ah gotcha. Yeah I definitely don't remember.
I decided to grab a flight home to Rochester at the last minute. There was no way I was going to watch the Giants’ first Super Bowl without my Dad. It’s his fault I’m a fan in the first place. I got stuck at Newark Airport for 14 hours waiting for my flight because of a bad snow storm. I didn’t care. I was on a mission. Eventually, the snow slowed down enough for the flight to get clearance and I made it home. Dad, my brother and I had the best time. Just the greatest memory.
I thought Whitney Houston’s rendition of the National Anthem was one of the greatest of all time. I don’t care she pre-recorded it. It was beautiful.
I thought Whitney Houston’s rendition of the National Anthem was one of the greatest of all time. I don’t care she pre-recorded it. It was beautiful.
That was 1990.
Neil Diamond did the anthem for SB XXI.
Foley's or Michaels? I remember them hanging out at Michaels a lot. I loved that place so myuch fun. I remember, I want to say Bobby Johnson, getting into an almost brawl with a dude because the guy's girlfriend was hanging all over Bobby Johnson. Ah good times. I miss those days. Also they had that great hockey game in the middle of the floor in the back room. We spend a lot of $$ in that thing.
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Incredible atmosphere. Still have my ticket, my program and the seat cushion provided.
I have all 3 as well.
I was also there and also have all 3!!
What an amazing experience and Phil being named MVP was icing on the cake after all the crap he took up till that point...
For the Super Bowl they came to our house, my grandfather was a "standing, arms folded" kind of fan, but when the 2nd half turned into a blowout, the quiet joy on his face as he sat back on our couch is what I'll always remember.
Looking back, it's easy to see how the 30 years between championships (mostly awful seasons) were being washed away by a moment he hadn't witnessed since he was a young man. He was 28 years old when they won the 1956 championship, my mom hadn't even been born yet, and 58 when they finally won again in '86 with his grandson sitting next to him in a Mark Bavaro shirt.
That one will always belong to that generation.
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Absolutely dominating second half. Loved it.
He's a Bronco fan and we bet hats on that game and I still wear it when he comes to town just to piss him off, WHAT A DAY!
I did watch with my dad, who was only 5 when they had last won it all. He was old enough to remember the championship game losses of the early '60s, and then the dark ages of the '70s. The only time I ever saw him as happy as XXI was when the Rangers won the Cup.