A Giant Call From Brew-Town

I fogot to post this a couple weeks ago. Take it for what it is.

For some months now I have been caught in a emotional bind with my Brewtown heritage or shall I say manure. Most recently I felt a bit liberated having spent such a minimal amount of time in Brewsteria. The lack of beer battered banter from my old amigos opining on such scintillating topics as : "which Players bartender should F tonight", "My second DWI" or the classic "Is that really Murph's Ass?" has given me some much needed clarity. The idea that I might never again have the urge to speak with anyone from my home town again did not seem to be such a bad thing. Perhaps the ol'boys felt the same way. After all I hadn't received a call from any of them in some time. But then last Sunday happened. The Giants handed the Tampa bay Bucs a Brewster style rusty gutter beat down. I do recall one key phrase from Players regular, something along the lines of "finger blasting Chucky and now going to spray diahrea all over Romos face." Ahh, the sweet sound of someone who really knows what had just occurred and would result. As the G-men made their way south for the show down in Dallas so too did a hudson river of calls from gallows of Brewster. "Were gonna f Romo in that shit hole down there and then its onto to ice %^&$ Faaav-Re." Each call presented its own taste of the Brewsetr life I once enjoyed but all in all logic and reasoning played no roll in any of the "giants are going to the superbowl" arguments. Whether or not the gastric pontifictaions of brewtown prove true, we shall see. But I do know now, I'd much rather understand the giants were going to "eat Romo's children" then have 134 yds rushing. I thank Brew-town for that everytime. and for that rash...ouuuch.









































As Eli Manning took a knee on the Cowboys season