by:

Thomas & Giant Chaplain Father Benedict Dudley

You’d think I have an ownership stake in the New York Giants based on the joy and affection I derive from and convey for the team. I love playing catch with a football, and miss playing tackle football every day but I have a more complex role as a devoted parishioner in the Church of Mara.

I stunk at basketball, I can’t dribble with my right hand. Once the defender knows you can’t drive right you’re dead. I can’t jump. I haven’t liked the Knicks since the 70s.
I can skate but I can’t stop. When I go ice skating I have to go in circles or hit a wall to come to a halt. I stopped loving the Rangers when they lost their minds and traded Ratelle, Park and Middleton (500 goals) to get Phil “I’m going to stay in front of the net for a while” Esposito & Ken Hodge (8 goals) his Sancho Panza. The Rangers Cup in 1994 was a blip on my radar.
I couldn’t hit a curve ball or a fast ball. My Yankees passion waned when they desecrated Yankee Stadium hiring the guy who designed Alexander’s and Korvette’s to do the 1973 renovation. My Yankee flame went out when Steinbrenner’s pompous mouth appeared in the media more than his team. George blew my buzz.
Getting older I seek comfort sources that sooth or rile me up like when I was 10 and there was nothing more important then the 25th anniversary Superman double issue due out in one week. I didn’t sleep the last night before I bought it in the candy store.
The Giants remain the one team in sports I suspend my disbelief and let their victories lift me higher than any recreational drug ever did. But, if I am willing to put all my love temporarily in one place, then its loss will take me equally the other way, and for a long time I’m sad. I have places where I find relief.  They don’t fix it instantly but they ease the ache.  Pictured below are three of those spots. Central Park, Union Square and the Hudson River seawall.
I’m hopeful for Sunday’s game.  The Giants and 49ers have a long history of breaking each others heart. Only one moves on.
Sunday, somebody gets it.
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