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If you are an NFL fan with a pulse, chances are high that you watched the end of last night’s Cowboys-Giants game.
To an outsider fan with no interest in either team, the final minutes were pure gold. There is nothing more entertaining than watching than Eli Manning herping and derping down the field, two yards away from scoring a touchdown to give the Giants an insurmountable lead, and instead throwing the ball away, stopping the clock and giving Tony Romo a full 1:30 to score the winning touchdown. What a doofus.
It was glorious. To Cowboys fans, it was more than glorious. It was beyond absurd. Adjectives can’t fully describe all the different emotions flowing through Dallas fans’ heads last night.
And then, somewhere up above the Mason-Dixon line, sat stunned Giants fans, paralyzed in disbelief, and angry at God himself for cursing their putrid franchise with the lesser Manning brother and one dementia-suffering Tom Coughlin. Luckily for us, someone (a Jets fan, I assume) was there to film the misery firsthand.
I am so glad the NFL is back..
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