Cory Collier

Thank you dear god. A million times, thank you.

I can’t begin to express the jubilation I’m feeling after the New York Giants have pulled off what’s arguably the biggest upset in sports history. Nobody gave the Giants a chance to win this game. Luckily for me, thats the sort of thing that legends are made upon. I was horrified the last time the Giants played the Patriots. Tonight, I’m ecstatic

The entertainment news media has been in a hussey about Tom Brady the last couple of months. It’s disgusting to watch the boy-band like start treatment that’s been given to him. I can’t really say too many bad things about Tom Brady, since he’s usually not one to talk a lot of trash. However, it’s nice to see him humbled a bit after a season that’s given him and his team no reason to be humble.

Eli Manning…

Eli isn’t the greatest quarterback of all time. Eli is however, someone who under tremedous pressure, found a way to beat the Goliath of the NFL. Payton got his ring last year, and Eli get’s his this year. After everything Archie went through with the Saints, it must be amazing to watch two of his sons become Super Bowl MVPs.

This game was bigger than the NFL. This game was a classic example of an underdog doing the impossible. Everyone loves a Rocky tale, and February 3, 2008 will go down in history as one of the greatest stories the NFL will ever have.

Most importantly, my beloved Dolphins remain the only team in history to go undefeated in a season (yes the Super Bowl counts). Hats off to the Giants for doing the impossible, and giving all of the rest of us something to believe in.

I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ve voluntarily kept myself away from football for over a decade now. Actually, make that closer to 15 years. Somehow I let myself ‘get back in the game’. That was a big mistake for me.

When I was 14, I was at my mom’s house for thanksgiving, watching a football game, I had hyped up for months prior. In short, my team lost, in an embarrassingly close game.

When I freaked out afterward (what I had done countless times prior) my mother told me to calm down. That only turned my relentless anger towards her. I have to apologize to her even to this day, for the hurtful, terrible things I said to her that day.

Fast forward to today. A few friends of mine over at NFi got me interested in UCF football again. I kept interest, especially after we nearly toppled Texas in our opening game for our new stadium. For a while it was a welcome interest. That while was short lived.

The last few weeks have proved to be more than I can bear. With back to back heart breaking losses for UCF, and Florida, I’ve had to hold back that same overflow of emotion that caused me to hurt my own mother years ago.

No more.

Some folks are addicted to beer, drugs, sex, gambling. Not me, I’m addicted to winning football. When I don’t win, I’m a dangerous guy. It would probably be less of an issue if I was a smaller guy. However, I’m 270lbs, and I routinely bench-press better than 315lbs, and dead-lift well over 405lbs. So when I lose control of my temper, the consequences can be severe.

It sucks to know that something is just too much for me to handle, but football really just is a far too dangerous temptation for me. I’ll leave the commentary up to Alex. He’s really good at it.