Believe me, it’s definitely not an easy call.  I still vividly remember sitting in a Round Table Pizza in Chico, California during the “Tuck Rule” game and wondering if ripping the television out of the wall and throwing it out the front window was an acceptable reaction, and then just shutting down completely and staring vacantly for about four hours. 

It comes down to several things.  First of all, I hate the Giants.  I don’t even have a good reason; I just do.  Secondly, Tom Brady is a Northern California boy like me, so I’ve always liked him.  I also have big-time respect for Bill Belichick, especially after reading David Halberstam’s The Education of a Coach, which is one of the best sports books ever written.  When push comes to shove, I dislike the Patriots less than I dislike the Giants.