Giants Super Bowl Bling Continues Tradition of Absurdity
By Cecilio's Scribe on Apr 01, 2008 with Comments 2
Now, with that out of the way, Super Bowl rings are by definition absurd. They look like a softball that’s had a hole drilled down the middle to allow one to slip the jewelry on a dwarfed finger. No major issues with that. Tons of diamonds? Sure. A pound and a half in total weight? Why not? But aside from sheer ostentatiousness, teams and their ring consultant teams have started to get a little out-of-control. Case in point: the New York Giants new Super Bowl bling.
Here are the issues I have with this…this…thing.
1. The three trophies on the front representing the Super Bowls won in the franchise’s history. Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t these Giants only win Super Bowl XLII? What did Lawrence Tynes contribute to the 1990 Super Bowl G-Men? Did Kavika Mitchell play alongside Harry Carson and Leonard Marshall in ’86? What gives? I know other teams have done this, but I just don’t like it.
2. The “11 straight on the road” demarcation on one of the side “shanks,” coincidentally a new term I’ve never had to learn until today. Was the Giants streak impressive? Sure. Historic? The record books say it is so. But doesn’t it seem a little bit weird to call it out on your Super Bowl ring? Remember us! We went 3-5 at home, but we were road warriors!
Personally, I like the classic look of some of the older-school champs. Is this simply the childish whining of a bitter fan? Uhhh…yes.
I still cannot believe the Giants won the Super Bowl. Jets fans can now tune back to their regularly scheduled programming of the “Great Quarterback Debate” starring Kellen Clemens and Chad Pennington, with a potential guest appearance from Matt Ryan? It takes a special (read: masochistic) breed to root for this team…
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.


The Bitterness pours from the Scribe’s pen. The ring is classy, just like the Giants organization.
tis true…about the bitterness