Thank You Elisha

Lawrence Tynes is clutch if you give him enough chances.

Living in the franchise-less LA my entire life, I've long had troubles finding "my team." I fell in love with football long after the Rams and Raiders left, so I had no ties with either club unlike many of my friends. In elementary school, I insisted on saying the Lions were my favorite team because I loved playing with Barry Sanders on my Sega Genesis. In early middle school, it was the Vikings because of Randy Moss on Sega Dreamcast. After I grew out of the video games I sucked at and started actually watching the game, I stumbled across the NFL's latest sensation who was to be my hero for a few years: Ricky Williams. I swear I would live and die for the Dolphins, then...y'know, that happened. So, my cousin moved to Seattle and I arbitrarily chose Marcus Trufant as my favorite player. I became a devoted fan of the Seahawks and backed them until they lost to the Steelers in Superbowl XL, when I decided they had become too mainstream for me.
See, I have this weird affinity for losing, blue collar teams that are perpetually supposed to be "next year's team" but always find a way to disappoint (See: Celtics of recent history). So, for the past few years, the title of "my favorite team" has continuously flirted with different franchises like Paris Hilton trying to find "the one." The Browns, Bills, Lions, and yes, even the Patriots (because they've been so terrible lately) have all been the team.

I came to New York last year thinking I would become a Jets fan. But I guess "Well Dressed" Amani Toomer had different plans.


"Bitch, I better be your favorite player too."

Tune in next year when I choose my next "my team."

(Note: As for the title of this post, turns out Eli isn't his birth name.)