That's why.
Plus, San Mateo only has Mr. Pickles going for itself.

But I have to say, that was one of the hardest fought and most entertaining Superbowls I've seen, even if "my team" blew their shot at immortality.

I'm actually sort of a gravy-train-rider where the Pats are concerned. I follow them only when they're doing well, and kind of ignore them when they're mediocre. I actually grew up randomly rooting for the Cowboys (much to my liberal parents' chagrin). The Ws, the Red Sox, and Cal are the three teams I stick with through thick and thin (mostly thin, at least till the recent Sox renaissance).

Still, I was on the bandwagon squarely enough that the loss felt like a swift kick the 'nads. That one play where Manning squirted loose from a sure sack and Tyree caught the ball on his helmet keeps replaying itselfin my head: given the double-improbability of it and the do-or-die circumstances, that has to be the most amazing Superbowl play I've ever seen.

Anyway, props to the Giants. They were luckier, played better, and seemed to want it more.

Thank God I still have the Dubs, and pitchers and catchers report to AZ/FL in a couple of weeks...