State of NYC Address: Straight Thuggin' it

Sunday is a large day in my life, ceremonious and sacred. In yours, it may involve standing elbow to elbow with people you don’t like, listening to someone make fun of the Budweiser frogs. In mine, it will involve a 3-foot Italian hero, be sure of that. But however you choose to see the Noble Fight, live, from Glendale, be sure to take notice. Eli Manning is 27 years old. Most of the New York Giants Football Team is young, save for an aging wide receiver and a Monster who plays defensive end. And, even in this Cold winter, now we can even let ourselves dream about the warmer weather, about peanuts and Bud Light, about ballgames on Wednesday nights, about the best pitcher in baseball, hands down, bar none.

Consider this a letter of notice.

The New York City area, collectively, has had it up to here with a certain Northeast city. You know who you(se) are. Enough with the websites selling 19-0 tee shirts already *Karma will fuck you for that, be forewarned. We’re done listening to the belligerent howls of having done things the right way. We’ve had it with the effeminate quarterback, his obsessive-compulsive head coach, and its steroid-infused aging linebacking core.

Enough with the Sweet Caroline. Bump that Jim Jones.