About TVmomma:
I created this blog a few years back when I used to watch television 14 hours a day. I was getting highly-opinionated with what I see on TV and I wanted to spare my husband from my rantings so I thought of blogging about them instead.
I have called TV as my amusement park -- right in my own home. But now, things have changed and my TV viewing has been limited. I still post on this blog but only when I felt so strongly about what I've seen, and when I have the time.
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I was in and out with three channels yesterday: NBC, CNN, and ESPN. Yes, I was watching the NFL Kickoff with Giants and Cowboys, the Democratic National Convention, and the match between Federer and Berdych.
Yes, it was a busy TV night-watching while my two girls were fast asleep. My team didn't win but I was not the bit disappointed. As I know now, it's not how you begin the season but how you finish it.
I did enjoy Bill Clinton's speech; though it was too long. And I was kind of neutral about Federer losing in the quarterfinal of the US Open. He won the Wimbledon and he is still the greatest tennis player there is. Well, arguably.
And I've given up. One last game and that decides it all. It is yet a toss in the air whether the New York Giants would be in the playoff. I am not crossing my fingers or holding my breath on that one. After they lost to Philadephia in such a big horrid way, I've decided to just watch my favorite team with detachment.
That's what's painful with being a sports fan. Your heart and mind and mood get affected. It's a rush everytime you watch your team. You get so happy when they win and so sad when they lose.
But what's more with the players? It's a roller coaster with them. They have to be tough-- physically, mentally, and even emotionally.
My heart goes to them.
That loss of New York Giants last Saturday hurt. It is really painful that I still keep thinking about it even after two days.
I was thinking what had gone wrong? Is it the coaching that needs to be improved? They were too close to winning and it spins my head how victory got out of their hands in the last seven minutes or so of the game.
I tell myself, at least, they are still in the playoff. Luck should be in their way.
It's a sad night tonight because my team lost to Philadelphia Eagles. Yes, I'm talking about football.
The New York Giants have been losing two games in a row (the last one, they played with Dallas Cowboys). I thought they were going to win but in the end, the score was 27-10, making their standing 6-4 in their division. I still hope the Giants would go to the playoff; there are still six games to go.
Nonetheless, tonight, it's a bummer for me.
Last Sunday, I did not wish nor pray for anything but only one thing: that the New York Giants win.
I know that sounds silly but I was thinking that the Giants, which is my NFL favorite team, needed all the luck they could get as the first two division champions -- the Titans and the Panthers -- lost in their own home fields. So I thought my humble prayer can help them a bit.
But who knows, maybe even more people prayed for the Philadephia Eagles. Or the force was really with them. They won, my team lost, and I had a disappointing Sunday.
I was griping out loud and my husband, whose team, Chicago Bears did not make it to the playoff told me, "It's just a game, get over it." As I looked at him, I remembered how I did not care about football before and I thought how ridiculous people would put such importance and interest to a ball game. I thought of those commentators in coats and ties looking so honorable just talking about a game but are making insane amount of money doing so. I thought about my husband who introduced me to the world of professional football and that two years ago, if the Giants lost, I would have not cared less.
So I told my husband, "I will get over it tomorrow, but today I will be sad."
Saturday night I watched the Carolina Pantehers and the Arizona Cardinals play for the division playoff. It was painful to watch.
The homefield advantage didn't work for the Panthers. About six minutes left on the fourth quarter, the stadium was 90 per cent empty. Fans had left, maybe brokenhearted, but what was left to watch, anyway?
In the beginning of the season, I watched the Panthers played twice. Both times, they lost. Each time, I could see the sadness in Delhomme's eyes, who is the quarterback for the Panthers. I really felt sorry for him so I pledged to myself that next time I watch the Panthers, I will cheer for them.
I did not get to see the Panthers play again throughout the season but I was happy that they did well after those losses as they made it as the NFC South Division champions. Good for them.
Then last Saturday, it was the worst game they ever played. And to think it was Delhomme's birthday. Maybe it was me -- I should have not watched it. Maybe they had done better. It was as if someone put a curse on the game.
I stayed up late last night watching the New York Giants and the Carolina Panthers. And it was one of the best matches of the season. I was so happy when Eli Manning, quarterback for the Giants did the two-point conversion to tie the Panthers score of 28. I tried not to scream because it was around 11:00 PM and my 21-month old baby was snuggled in my arms comfortably sleeping as I sat on the rocking chair.
I lingered on the elation that I felt. I even thank God for giving me a moment to be happy. People may think this is very shallow and that it takes so little to make me happy. But the thing is, there have been little happiness all around me lately that I want to snatch as much as I can from the delight I had on watching the two-point conversion that led to the tiebreak.
And my night ended really great because the Giants won. I saw that Jacobs (I'm not sure of his name) who did the winning touchdown was in tears during the after-game interview. I felt his joy and I appreaciate how this football team has made thousands of people happy last night. That includes me.
I watched Sunday night football last night between the New York Giants and the Dallas Cowboys. Good game. I'm happy for the Cowboys because they won in their territory. Giants are still untouchable even if they lost because they have the division lead.
I just noticed that both quarterbacks look angelish. Romo and Manning look like the good guys. They look nice, gentle, and fragile -- all the elements that you will see in the leading man if you have to watch a football movie. But it was not a movie last night, it was the real thing. Both are excellent quarterbacks but Manning has an NFL championship to his name.
With the Cowboys win, they have a chance at a wildcard spot. The playoff is going to be real interesting.
