If it wasn’t bad enough that I had to watch the Giants beat my Buccaneers and then my Cowboys on the way to their Super Bowl win or that I had to endure watching that game surrounded by the most obnoxious bar crowd (the bartender literally sprayed the crowd with water, they were so out of control. But at least I met Jessica that night), now Kim tells me she was given tickets to a Giants’ game. And not a regular season game, but a preseason game against the Browns. This is the equivalent of Football Hell. Having to drive to New Jersey with your girlfriend’s children to watch two teams you don’t care about surrounded by the worst fans this side of Philadelphia.
Update: Well, I was fortunately wrong about the game last night. No, we still had to drive to New Jersey. We did miss about eight toll booths. I was surrounded by overbearing Giants fans (one guy actually asked me why I wasn’t cheering, as if I had an obligation to do so. I told him I was from Tampa and was a Cowboys fan and I hate Eli — not really.) And it was preseason, so I didn’t care about the game.
Only, I did have fun with the kids and they seemed to have a great time. We actually went to the Bonefish in Seacaucus, which reminded me of home — I couldn’t help but embarass myself by telling all of the servers that my home bar was the Original Bonefish on 4th Street. Kim and I actually had a wonderful time together, really breaking through with each other. In fact, we really didn’t watch the game as much as we talked to each other. It was, dare I say, romantic. I also drove across the George Washington Bridge, which provided a breathtaking view of the city.
