I don't understand how anyone can hate the Giants for beating the Packers. The Packers absolutely deserved to lose both of those games. Maybe if the Giants had played dirty -- put Aaron Rodgers out of the game needlessly or something -- I could understand hating them, but they beat the Packers fair and square. They played the style of football I have been wishing for months that the Packers would play. If you want to hate anyone, hate the defense for failing to do what the equally pathetic Patriots defense was able to do: hold the Giants to 21 points. Hate the defense for failing to defend a Hail Mary like the Giants defense did. (After that play, I yelled, "Now THAT'S how you defend a Hail Mary!"). Hate the offense for laying a gigantic egg when it mattered the most and squandering one of the greatest offensive seasons in league history. Hate Jermichael Finley, who doesn't hold a candle to Gronkowski or Hernandez or even Ballard when it really counts. (Throughout the game, I kept thinking, "If only we had one of those guys . . .") There are all kinds of people you could hate, but to hate the Giants, who did all the right things at all the right time and played a wonderfully clean game (in contrast to the Patriots last night, who got by with blatant holds on both sides of the ball, not to mention at least one flagrant pass interference) just reeks of sour grapes and poor sportsmanship. Yes, "show me a gracious loser and I'll show you a loser," blah, blah, blah, but I blame our own team for those heartbreaking losses. The Giants came out with a burning fire and passion; they were ready to play. Our team just looked listless, apathetic, and complacent. Arrogantly so. They deserved to lose. Hopefully, they learned their lessons the hard way, because I would love to see them in the Super Bowl again, but this year, they did not earn that privilege.