Just finished watching the New York Giants beat the Green Bay Packers and boy, can coach Tom Coughlin's cheeks get red!
I can't imagine how anyone could spend so long outside when the temperature never even got above 0 degrees. The grass field never looked like grass, just something hard and unforgiving with a faint green coating -- a true sign of frigid conditions. And so many players wore short sleeves. I wonder if biceps can get frostbite.
As my girlfriend commented when Giants kicker Lawrence Tynes hit the game-winning field goal in overtime, it was hard to figure out who deserved more sympathy (and when you have no rooting interest in a game, as we didn't, I find interest is largely determined by sympathy): Tynes, who had missed two previous field-goal attempts and seemed to be taking a lot of yelling from Coughlin; or the Packers' fans at the game, who sat through at least four hours of truly unbearable weather only to see their beloved team lose because of a gut-wrenching interception and field goal. I have to choose the fans, as that car ride home is going to be no fun and probably involve lots of questions along the line of, "Why did we go?" Hopefully there's an iota of comfort in their cars' tush-warmers.
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