I know I’m supposed to root for the underdog, especially if I have no legitimate ties to either team, but I love the dynasty too much. I love watching something that feels historic. Something that will catch your eye in a sports almanac and you’ll go “oh yeah, I remember watching that.” I still remember stumbling downstairs at our house on Alto Street, foggy and sleepy-eyed after my dad woke me up, to watch Kirk Gibson’s walk-off home run in Game 1 on the 1988 World Series. Historic.
Now the Patriots are just 18-1 and we have to put up with more 1972 Dolphin players cracking open champagne stories. Oh, and sports stories that include the phrase “someone forgot to inform the Giants.” Thanks a lot Eli. Besides, it’s hard to enjoy rooting for anything from New York, underdog or not. Thankfully, I have plenty of delicious Mary-made seven-layer dip to wipe away that bitter taste in my mouth (my side is the side without olives, mmm).