I remember it like it was yesterday.
January 20, 2008.
I was watching the NFC Championship Game in the living room at my old house. The chili I had prepared that morning was ready for consumption, and the beverages were ready to wash it down. I was surrounded by only my dog, as my wife went out to run errands for the afternoon. The scene was ready for a special day, one that I knew would never be forgotten.
And forgotten it would never be.
I watched the game in earnest, gradually moving from a sitting position to a rocking position on the couch. Eventually, the rocking gave way to pacing in the living room, running my hands across my face with each incomplete pass by the Packers. Along the same lines, every pass completed by the Giants caused a face palm which I am surprised did not peel layers of skin off from the pressure applied to my face.
By the time the game reached overtime, I was a mess. Physically ill, my stomach hurting from a combination of the chili and the play on the TV. Sweat was pouring off of me, not from heat but from nerves. I could barely watch anymore, but I had to. It was a Shakespearean tragedy waiting to happen, and I knew it.
And then this happened.
I remember watching the pass float into the secondary, and watching it fall into Corey Webster's hands, like it was a gift from the heavens. As soon as he completed the interception, I raised my entire right leg up in the air and slammed it onto the ground with such force, I shook the entire downstairs of the house. There may still be some profanities floating in space which accompanied the slamming of the foot.
A few minutes later the game was over, and a former hero became the tragic figure yet again.
We all have our memories of that day, and I am certain that day will live on for the rest of our days, perpetually asking the question "What if? "among others
We know what has happened since then-the Giants went on to win the Super Bowl that year, the Aaron Rodgers era began in Green Bay, and the Packers have won one Super Bowl of their own.
As part of their own journey to the Super Bowl, the Packers had to play the Giants at Lambeau Field last December as part of the two must win games they had simply to reach the post season. A number of people called this a game of revenge. Pouring it on the Giants as a psuedo act of avenging the loss in 2008. I was in the stands at Lambeau that day, and took great pleasure watching the Giants stroll out of Lambeau losers. I felt a sense of redemption, as did many others around me.
But was it really a revenge game?
Not even close.
With the Giants victory over the Falcons today, they earned a trip to Lambeau Field next Sunday. A rematch of the NFC Championship Game that none of us will ever forget. This is a game of revenge. Nobody has forgotten that game, least of all, the players.
The team that kept us from our potential Super Bowl in 08 is back on OUR turf now.Trust me,we haven't forgotten.Here.We...GoPackGo!
If that doesn't sound like a player ready to extract a little revenge, I'm not sure what does.
There is a saying that revenge is a dish that is best served cold. I can think of no better place to serve up revenge that at the cold of Lambeau Field, in January, in the playoffs.
The Giants better be hungry-revenge will be served next Sunday.
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