San Diego v. New York. Chargers v.Giants. Rivers v. Manning. No matter how you slice it, it was us against them. And the good guys won…and how!

Boltbuzz made the trip out the city that doesn’t sleep. Yes folks, we flew cross country to become the visitors, the enemy if you will. Timing couldn’t have been better: Giants losers of 3 straight, where as the Chargers had 2 wins in a row under their belts. It was time to kick the dog while it was down.

Giants Fans in New York City: I have to admit, Giant fans get a bad wrap. For the most part they we’re pretty classy. We wore nothing but Charger gear, expecting to get trash talked to the whole time. From Friday to Sunday, I only heard one GOOD comment. As we were entering the Empire State Building, the gentleman at the door stuck his hand out, stopped us and said, “This is a building of champions, you need to come dressed accordingly”. But that was it. Everyone must’ve been riding high from the Yankees World Series Parade, that and the fact the Giants hadn’t been winning.  

Giants Fans at the Game: Sunday was a different story. Gameday. We had to ride the train into New Jersey to get to the game. ALL football fans. A couple Charger fans scattered here and there. But we were definately in enemy territory. We step off the train and it’s 70 degrees, game time 1pm west coast time. If I didn’t know any better, we were in San Diego. The difference, a brand new stadium right next to the old one! Jealous, jealous, jealous. A special thank you to the season ticket holder who sold us their seats. Endzone, 1st row, dead center. We sat in front of Giants fans from Maine, a season ticket holder who has been there since the opening of the stadium, and the typical whitecollar Giants fans. They were all awesome football fans. Backing their team even though they have been sucking big balls lately. We heard many “Go back to San Diego!’s”. But of course we aren’t going to back down! They would say they got the “real LT”…We came right back and our group of 4 would chant “Drug Free, LT, Drug Free, LT”…for some reason they didn’t like that. LOL. Then the inevitable “How many rings do you got?”…Our response , “None, just like the number of wins for you the last 3 weeks! You think we haven’t heard that before, Please, you have to come better than that if you want us to shut up!”. But it was great back and forth to the fans that were in our immediate area. And since the game was good from beginning to end, it made the game fly by. The only problem came when a couple of snot nosed pricks kept calling security on our army of 4 (shout out to our roomies!). I am truly embarassed for the security who had the nerve to tell us “You are going to have to keep it down. We are getting complaints that you are too loud. If you get loud one more time, you are out of here!” REALLY? I thought we were at a football game. What a joke. So sarcastically we would do “opera claps”, we’d zip our lip and point fingers, we’d even do the OJ Throatslash!…But as soon as that backbreaker from P. Rivers to”Mr. Bigger, Faster. Stronger” went down, you best believe we weren’t quiet…Go ahead kick us out, we won!

We came. We saw. We conquered!

P.S. F Eli!