Nobody who showed at the tents on Super Bowl Sunday got anywhere NEAR the applause reverberating up and down the canyons surrounding Times Square last night, after the you-know-whos beat the YOU-KNOW-WHOS.
As the Tents emptied out after the Terexov show (Russian dude--did he even know what he was up against?), fashionistas and outta state journalists alike wandered toward Times Square, which was jam-packed w/ Giants-mania. Hundreds? Thousands? It was like New Year's Eve, with people hootin' and hollerin', leaping in the air, running in all directions--and without any Cloverfield monster in sight.
New York's finest were mounted on horseback (poop--everywhere) and cars trying to get down 7th Ave. crawled through the gauntlet in one lane, honking horns, folks sticking their hands out windows high-fiving the sports fans on the street.
This being New York, we do everything--even mob activity--with style. And so the t-shirt of the night had to have been the one seen on several male, uhhh, "models," one of whom stood in the middle of Broadway displaying for all the backed-up traffic to see, the simple message emblazoned across his tee.
Three words: F--- New England.
Not Fix.
Not Fax.
Fu...
geddaboudit.
--Joe Amodio