Anyway, I had my Mom make me a custom Giant's jersey with Eli's number.
Here I am, all ready for kick off
There were a couple of calls where I was frustrated at the way things were going down, and since I am unable to clearly articulate my distress, I chose to pull my pants around my ankles in protest.
That 12-men-on-the-field-after-the-punt nonsense made me kinda mad...
But I knew Eli wouldn't let me down! Here's my victory dance after that last minute touchdown!
Woo hoo, go Eli!
E Out
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