So it turns out that whenever a New York wins a championship I get horribly ill. In 2000 when the Yankees won the World Series I badly wanted to go to the parade but I came down with a case of appendicitis and missed a week of school.
This year, after seasons of watching the Giants struggle with inconsistency, I was excited for the possibility of a New York Giants Super Bowl celebration. However…After scarfing down a ton of delicious food this weekend including a super bowl bo ssam and lots of wings, I fell horribly ill during the third quarter of the Giants game.
It was that point that although I felt terrible (without going into too much detail I pulled a muscle in my neck while hunched over the toilet) I had a sense the Giants might actually win. In the end my team came through with a 17-14 victory and again I couldn’t celebrate.
Since the game I’ve been on a steady diet of toast and ginger ale. Although today I’ve actually been able to move on to another one of life’s great joys—Kozy Shack Rice Pudding. It’s seriously good. You should get some.
To the Super Bowl Champs and to my Health…Maybe if I become chronically ill the Knicks can turn their season around.
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