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My Beloved Giants

by Terry Barlow
09/24/13
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My beloved football Giants were trounced Sunday, but I watched most every sour minute. I drank that bitter brew to its dregs and took one consolation away from it. What could that possibly be, you might ask and I wouldn’t blame you. A lesson in loyalty, I would answer. If I can exult and rejoice with them in their recent Super Bowl exploits when little could go wrong, , can’t I also wring my hands in disbelief and lament with them when next to nothing goes right? So now I have gone the gamut with them, or at least have come closer to it. Being a sports fan ought to resemble a marriage in some ways I reason: you must take the bad with the good. In sickness and in health I say, for better or for worse. Elsewise who can take me serious as a true Giant fan, the cheers just wouldn’t ring quite true to a discerning ear or, what’s worse, to my own ear, if I desert them now and then jump back on the bandwagon in better times under fairer skies. That full and genuine tone of cheer in the celebration is substantiated by the groan and ache and break of the heart in the lamentation. There, now, see, these Giants have gone and made me a little wise, realizing that if I seek to eliminate the pains of loss in life, I am inadvertently desensitizing myself also to the joys of victory.