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Famine Over: G-Men are Giants in New York City

Championship city?

Perfection?

Forget it.

New England's bid for perfection and the right to be claimed as the "Best sports city" in the world came to a crashing end after Super Bowl XLII. In what could be the most watched Super Bowl in recent memory, as well as the biggest upset, the New York Giants defeated the New England Patriots, 17-14, making history in the National Football League, the Giants organization, and most importantly, in New York City.

The World Series victory of the Boston Red Sox, compounded with the issues of the Yankees and Mets, the disappointing Jets season, and the sinking ship that is the New York Knickerbockers, New York was left in what was described as a "sports famine" (Feast, Giving Thanks and Looking at Our Famine) in New York. New York was in dire need for a team to believe in. A team to once again hang their hat on. Thus, the good Lord gave this city, The New York Football Giants.

Fans of all teams, Yankees, Mets, Knicks, Nets, Rangers, Islanders, Devils, Dragons, Red Bull, and even those that cheer for "Gang Green" were in support of the 2007 New York Giants. A story of an underdog, a story of resiliency and triumph, a story of slaying the undefeated team from hated New England. This team restored our hope. This team restored our faith. This team made us believe that it is possible.

Once again, New York has a champion.

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