Day 1: The day after the Big Blue letdown....

So....I wasn't going to blog about this because honestly I was trying to avoid talking about this game, if at all possible, for the rest of my life. But seeing how the game was such a complete and utter meltdown and seeing how this is day 1 of my blog, something must be said about it but I will try to keep it as short as possible as to not reopen any wounds that have begun healing.
All I have to say is, what the hell was that? Sometime between Manningham's "I just feel like tossing the ball over my shoulder for no reason" fumble and the "surprise" (and I put surprise in quotations because seriously how were the Giants unprepared for that) on-side kick, I found myself saying "Hmm..maybe I should turn the channel". But I also kind of felt like that stupid teenage girl in horror movies..you know the one I am talking about. The one who hears weird noises coming from the closet and continues to walk towards the creepy noise instead of turning around and running for her life? For whatever reason, I was drawn to the impending doom and like a train wreck that happens before you, I couldn't look away. I knew I was about to get stabbed by the serial killer in the closet but its as if I thought for a second, hmmmm..Maybe instead of attacking me, he'll give me a million dollars instead. I open the door and...nope..not a million dollars. I got to remember to trust my instincts next time.
One last thing to end this subject. I will say on record that I hate Michael Vick. Yes, I think he has redeemed himself and yes, I think he deserves a second chance but as long as he plays for the Eagles, he will always be Vick "The Puppy Smasher" to me. I hope a dog bites his ankles. Ok, I don't really mean that really. But I wouldn't cry if it happened.