When the Giants make it to the Super Bowl I tend to take it pretty seriously.  What is usually an excuse to go to someone else’s house, get a little drunk, eat whatever food they prepare, and watch a minimal amount of the game had turned into a fully fledged commitment to make food, buy drinks, and clean my house.  I’m using the term ‘house’ generously here, if as many people as I invited (six) showed up to the game it would have been way over crowded.  Luckily I have friends who don’t care so much about the game and didn’t want to hear me screaming at my television all night Read more »