Eagles @ Giants

Easy as it is to get wrapped up in celebrity gossip, football is even more addictive. It's a short season, there are very few games, there are LOTS of long-standing rivalries, and it all culminates in the biggest sports championship game of the year. I love football. Maybe you don't love football. You don't have to read this part if that's the case.

Week 11:

Tomorrow is a very big day in the NFC East. It seems lately that every week is a big week for the NFC and for the NFC East specifically because so many teams are playing well and have very real playoff chances. The Giants are currently tied for first place with the Dallas Cowboys. Last week they were completely embarrassed in Giants Stadium against the Minnesota Vikings, a team losing battles both on and off the field. This week they play the Eagles sans Terrell Owens (Have you ever been to his website? I encourage you to watch the whole introduction. It's long, but totally worth it. That man and his agent are a piece of work.) and Donovan McNabb. Let's be honest. The Giants are going to win. They are probably not a better team than the Eagles even without TO, but without McNabb there is no way the Eagles offense will be able get it together against an improving Giants defense. If Eli Manning has anything short of a disastrous game and the refs can keep the yellow flags in their pockets, the Giants should have enough ammunition to take care of the defending NFC champions and former favorites to take that title again this season.

On a personal note, no matter how depleted their offense is, I take great pleasure in seeing the Eagles lose to the Giants. It hasn't happened a whole lot recently, but, man, am I looking forward to it tomorrow. Also on a personal note, am I alone in thinking that Eli Manning is adorable? Come on people. Check out the baby face! Am I also alone in thinking that Jeremy Shockey is the sexiest man in football? God you gotta love the American flag arm tat. Hot! And don't get me started on Michael Strahan. I wish they made see-through helmets so the cameras could capture his million dollar smile after a big hit. Man that would be hot.

Ok, so if the Giants can hold on and beat the Eagles this week, they have every reason to think they'll be in the thick of things come week 15 or 16. They have a very rough schedule in front of them, but the fact that they have, for the most part, gotten the job done against teams they should beat has set them up for a shot at the playoffs. If they can survive even half of their remaining games, they could be playing NFL football after January 1st. I'm not saying it is likely or it will be easy, but the Giants have shocked the shit out of me on several occasions this season.

Ok, there you have it. I'm obsessed with the Giants.

Preview [ESPN]

UPDATE: Told ya so
Recap [ESPN]

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For the record

I think when most people think of someone who tends to have obsessions, they think of stalkers. That's logical. But, I'll share a story that explains why I am not a stalker.

When I was in the 7th grade, I had a bigfat crush on this boy named Ricky. I was (obviously) way too nerdy to ever be friends with/breathe the same air as Ricky. So I quietly obsessed over him in the same way that most 12-year-old girls do. But one day I decided to cross the stalker line. A friend and I followed him home after school. In retrospect, I don't know what I thought this would accomplish since I already knew which building he lived in. Anyway, we followed him and went unnoticed for about 4 blocks. After that, it became obvious that he (and his cousin Carlos whom I had band class with and was sort of friends with) knew we were following him. I freaked out, but I was already in it. Ricky and Carlos crossed the street, approached us, and called us out for following them home. This was the first actual conversation I had with Ricky. I don't remember what we talked about or how long the conversation lasted, but about a week after this incident, I no longer had a bigfat crush on Ricky.

This taught me something. Stalking is not actually that much fun. When you obsess over someone or something, the possibilities are endless and magical. Some level of mystery is absolutely necessary for a healthy obsession. The pretend conversations I had with my 7th grade crush were far more gratifying than the actual conversation we had.

Paris Hilton is not an interesting person. Her life is not that important or special. But I have never met Paris Hilton. I see her in UsWeekly a lot. Usually a photo of her entering or leaving Bungalo 8 or Marquee or something. I have no idea what she does inside these places. If I were in there with her, I'd be over her. But since I'm not, I have to assume she snorts some coke, takes her shirt off and steals other girls' boyfriends right in front of them. Coke-snorting, boyfriend-stealing Paris Hilton is totally awesome. Two-waying her publicist, vitamin water-drinking Paris Hilton is not worth even the smallest fraction of my attention.

This is why I am not a stalker.

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Obsession: An introduction

Ok, so I have an obsessive personality. Not in a crazy stalker way. Well, kind of in a crazy stalker way, but not in a threat to the general public way. It's just that my interests are extremely limited, but I get really, really into them. Don't get the wrong impression when I say "interests." I don't mean hobbies or anything like that. I mostly mean celebrity gossip, television and my occasional ridiculous ideas. Get it?

Ok, so for instance, right now I am totally obsessed with this blog. This might be a temporary obsession. It's too soon to tell. Two of the obsessions I mentioned earlier, televison and celebrity gossip, are long-term obsessions. They will be recurring topics. Within those obsessions I have a number of sub-obsessions. Again, some of these sub-obessions are temporary, while others are long-term. For example: Lindsay Lohan, Adam Brody, Paris Hilton, Britney Spears; these are all long-term sub-obsessions. Jake Gyllenhaal, Kimberly Stewart, Sarah Silverman (do I even need to say it?); these are all temporary sub-obsessions.

Don't judge me. I know your life isn't that exciting either. Are you still reading this blog? You must not have anything better to do. Don't feel bad. It doesn't mean you're pathetic. So honk if you love to waste time and enjoy my journey through unhealthy obsession.

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