Where Has the DelinO Been?

Here.

But not as good seats.

Stories and more pics to follow.

FOOT-BALL is BACK!

My pick to win the Super Bowl? Alas, not these guys...

Who knew there could be a poor man's "Super Bowl Shuffle."

And remember, a threat to cancel NFL Sunday Ticket on DirecTV is usually good for 40% off the bill.

A Good Reason to Switch to Wee-Wee Pads

Michael Vick is coming to Philadelphia, a short 30-minute drive from the birthplace of the Delino (and if you keep going down Route 1, the birthplace of the other Delino).

Just over the PA border is the house of DeMa DeShields and her dogs Paco and Trey (real names). Similar to hostage negotiators, I present their unadulterated pictures here. For their protection.

And this is why I grew up rooting for the NY Giants (who only have players who harm themselves... and their secondary).

My Championship Week

Since spring training will soon be taking our hearts and minds, it seemed like the right time to share my experiences over the past week plus. I'm a Giants fan. Not just cause I hate Belichick (which I do). Or because I won money on the game (which I did). I root for the other boys in blue thanks to my Brooklyn-born dad, who got me into James Bond, Woody Allen, and the coolest team in New York.

I've followed them for decades, rooting for them every season at Veteran's Stadium amidst the scariest M.F's on the planet (fans notorious for cheering Michael Irvin's career-ending injury and booing Santa Claus).

I was there at my friend Ross's house, when he'd pop the Famous Fumble (aka The Miracle at the Meadowlands) in the VCR, claiming it was a porn film he just found.

And I was there in San Diego, when Eli played his first game against the city he turned his back on. Wearing my lucky Jason Sehorn jersey, I got to be on the receiving end of 1000s of boos. One decrepit gentleman even held up a homemade "Eli Sucks" sign in front of me ALL NIGHT. Back then, I had a hard time disagreeing with that sentiment. (BTW, not sure how the TV cameras missed a 8 by 11 sign in the back of the second level.)

Giving up a 22 point lead to the 49ers in the playoffs. Getting creamed by the Ravens in the Super Bowl. Ron Dayne. The list goes on and on. And it was all worth it, for that Eli Manning scramble, David Tyree catch, and the dozens of emails and text messages I got. It's been 17 years since the last Super Bowl win, and this time I got to focus on the game instead of getting digits from that cute girl in the Les Miz shirt! I wish all of you such unbridled joy from something that is neither family nor career, and that you have absolutely no control over. Maybe this year will bring another 1988.

Eddie Murphy = Nostradamus

Now if only he had the same luck predicting his lovelife, he could have avoided that recent one week marriage.

Congrats to Delino DeShields (who was one Michelob Ultra away from a stroke) and the rest of Giants Nation for the ugly win. Next stop: flattening Tom Brady, his supposed gimpy foot, and his fully functional anatomy!