My Favorite Time of the Year

My favorite time of the year has come around again. Yep, it’s NFL season! Tonight my team is playing the first Monday Night Football game of the year!

If you already know me, you know that I am a DIE HARD New York Giants fan. I BLEED BLUE. People always ask me how I became a Giants fan. It doesn’t make sense to them because I don’t live in or near New Jersey. It’s a family thing. Most families pass down heirlooms but my family passes down the love for a football team. My mom’s side roots for the New York Giants and my dad’s side roots for the Washington Redskins. It just so happens that I ended up on the Big Blue side of the coin flip.

My mom’s entire family was born and raised in New Jersey. She’s the only one who ever moved away. (Why did she have to move to Redskins territory?! Just kidding Murto side!) The love for the Giants, or maybe it’s an obsession, stems from my PopPop, my mom’s dad. I remember watching games with him as a kid. We yelled at the TV together. We stared at the TV, holding our breath, our fingers crossed. We jumped up and down, high-fived, and danced when they scored. It was one of the best bonding times. Since PopPop left us for Heaven, the family has certainly had more than its share of ups and downs. Still, it seems that we always come together for Giants games. Having a shared hope, a common love… It’s one of those things that just makes me smile and melts my heart a bit.

We’ve traveled as far as Phoenix and San Diego for away games. We’ve frozen our butts off at home games in the middle of winter. Win or lose, it’s quite the fan experience! Head to toe blue, white and red is a requirement; underwear included. Tailgating is a MUST. Yelling at the players, jumping in your seat, “friendly” trash talking… It’s just one of those things that you have to be there to really understand. We are FANatics!

Left: Mom, me, Uncle Dave, cousin Steve @ Giants Stadium, 2009.  Right: cousin Tom, cousin Dave, family friend Phil, Mom, me @ U of Phoenix Stadium, 2008.

Left: Mom, me, my uncle, my cousin @ Giants Stadium, 2009. Right: my cousins, a family friend, Mom, me @ U of Phoenix Stadium, 2008.


My husband doesn’t understand it. At all. He thinks we’re just nuts! But he didn’t grow up immersed in it like I did. In fact, it was the complete opposite! His family has no interest in watching sports, with the exception of my brother-in-law (a Packers fan – ugh) and the hubby (non-NASCAR auto racing only). At game time, I’d either have to head off to Buffalo Wild Wings or my hubby would shut himself up in our room while I became an obnoxious crazy person in the living room. This season, he’s living hours away (we’re in the process of moving back to my hometown and I haven’t found a job yet) and probably thinks he free of the yelling and clapping and cursing. But if he thinks I’m bad, wait until he hears my mom (his current housemate lol)! After all, where do you think I learned it from?

As I finish this post, my beloved team is down 21 points with less than 3 minutes left in the game. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

At least for a few hours I had the hope and the memories.

Love and miss you PopPop <3