This is another installment in the Sports Blog Movement series which takes a hard look at certain instances, or specific seasons which would make sports fans cringe in horror and pain, or expands on that to take a hard look at the long-suffering fans of franchises who have tortured their supporters for decades.
Given that, you might be asking how can the fans of the New York Giants be “long-suffering” since they have won two of the last six Super Bowls? This is where some historical perspective comes in handy. Sure, the Giants have had recent success, and Giants fans who are in their 30’s remember the Bill Parcells era. But how many Giants fans can remember the Giants’ glory days prior to the late 1980’s? That’s what makes today’s installment so special. Not only do we have the perspectives of life-long Giants fan and SBM contributor Ryan Meehan, but we get to ask Meehan’s father some questions, which proves that some questions of his father, which proves that fandom, like their receding hairlines, is hereditary.
But here’s where it gets even more fun. New York Giants fans live by two basic rules: 1) Have an eyeball-splitting hatred of all things regarding the Philadelphia Eagles and 2) Knowing the difference between a case of indigestion caused by a gameday diet of Pizza Rolls and Milwaukee’s Best and an honest-to-goodness heart-attack caused by watching Eli Manning stumble-fuck the Giants into another 9-7 season. Those simple rules allow Giants fans to bask in a glow of self-satisfaction knowing they could have spent three hours doing something perfectly productive instead of watching a bunch of men dressed like Smurfs.
Boil it all down, and what you get is a peek inside the world of Giants fandom across two generations, which means decades of watching a play-off caliber squad blowing games against teams with a winning percentage of .275. Not to mention, J-Dub is an Eagles fan, and this is a transcript of the rarest of conversations between an Eagles fan and two Giants fan that didn’t end up with somebody taking a Louisville Slugger in the face.