I won’t belabor the point, as a significant share of our readership resides in or near Boston. But watching tonight’s little football game here in New York City was a lot of fun. The Subway was particularly interesting after the contest. I had assumed that New Yorkers’ cynicism uber alis attitude would prevail, and I think most folks wanted to keep a stiffly raised eyebrow about the whole Super Bowl thing. But even the hipsters, complete with political rally buttons and tight black jeans and even the guys wearing zippered leather jackets began clapping and high-five-ing as we switched cars at Union Square. (Though “ole, ole, ole” seemed to be the chant of choice.)
But our day was great even before the game: Erin and Kurt came up from Philly to visit, and we spent our afternoon cruising around the American Museum of Natural History. (We had hoped to show them how we get our laundry done too, but forgot to take the bag down when we set out for the museum.) I believe Erin and Kurt were particularly fond of the early mammal section, a throwback to their studies in vertebrate field zoology. We walked to the museum through the Ramble in Central Park; I’ve included some photos of wildlife we encountered.
You should be completely proud of the Giants win; although you may have many Boston, etc. friends, you must also remember that both you and Eli have Mississippi connections, however remote!
Is it true that as wonderful as the Tiny Fun House (TFH) is, it was too small in which to watch the whole game? Word is only the first half would fit in the THF.
That’s right, Mark aka me/dad. Our Superbowl experience was spread across two boroughs, split right down the middle at halftime.