I am not what you might call a "sports afficionado." This is to say, I didn't really know who was playing in the Super Bowl, or even that I had really remembered when the Super Bowl was. Last night, I was at a friend's comedy show, and when the show let out, the Giants had just won. The comedy show was in the East Village, and stepping outside, we could hear cars beeping their horns all over the place. It was madness.

I need it to be understood that I don't do well with the whole "enthusiasm" thing. There are about four emotions that I do well: outrage, annoyance, timidity, and charming apathy. Those ones, I can handle. Enthusiasm, though, I'm bad at. So when all of a sudden, my city, which has shown me its love by ignoring me, is suddenly shoving twenty somethings in my face going, "GIANTS!!! EIGHTEEN AND ONE!!!!" --it's not a pleasant sensation.

That's not what we do here. It's not our thing. The only experience I have with that is summer camp, and when I started shouting, "We've got spirit, yes we do! We've got spirit how 'bout you?" people just stared at me with death in their eyes. THAT'S THE ONLY ENTHUSIASM I UNDERSTAND! DON'T YOU GET IT? I CAN ONLY UNDERSTAND IT IF IT'S PARTIALLY INFUSED WITH SARCASM FROM MY CHILDHOOD!

Outrage. That I can do.

The night that I loved was when Boston won the World Series. It's not because I wanted them to win. Even if I know nothing about sports, there are men in my family who care, and I went to high school in Western Massachusetts, so I know enough about Red Sox fans to want them to be unhappy, but walking around New York that night was sort of wonderful. There was this stillness in the air, this sense of doom and futility, this way that we were all alone, but that at least the city was alone together. It was truly a New York night.

Last night, there were people everywhere. People cheering, screaming, jumping all over the place. It made me feel like maybe I needed to find a new city somewhere. Someplace where the people are depressed and surly. Somewhere like Boston last night.

I guess what all this comes down to is that though I'm happy for the city, I suppose I would also prefer it if this didn't happen again for a while. C'mon, New York, show me some depression.