If the Giants can topple the mighty Patriots in one of the most exciting games (or quarters) of my sport-viewing life then Obama can take down Hillary and the Clinton Machine. I know I know, it makes so much sense as a logical analogy.
Let's talk some more about the Super Bowl. The Pats were motherfucking 18-0 going in against the #5 seed in the NFC, granted Giants were on a roll. I dont' claim to like anything from NYC (fuck the yankees) but you have to like an underdog this big somewhere in your heart. The Giants D did the only thing that could give them any hope which was fluster Brady, something that doesn't happen often, not give him chance to check down his WR options and pick them apart (except for that one drive in the 4th) and then they just had to prey pre-pubescent Eli could give them a drive or two which he did. That scramble to bomb play to Tyree had my entire apartment shaking as human beings, grown men flung themselves through the air and to the floor, it was epic, it was football, it was beautiful.
Let's Go Obama.
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