Eli Manning isn't the only New York Giant who is close to his mama. Yesterday I was reading about Mario Manningham and his mother. Mario - for that tiny percentage of you who missed the Super Bowl on Sunday -came up with an amazing 38-yard catch in the fourth quarter, managing to keep both feet inbounds though he was impossibly close to the sideline, and help propel his team toward victory.
Manningham had been having a tough season and was often frustrated. His mother, Marion, counseled him to bite his tongue and be patient. The ball would come to him, she advised him. He followed his mother's advice, and on Sunday, Marion Manningham was wearing her son's #82 jersey while she watched confetti rain down on her victorious son and his teammates. Later she told the reporter about how she raised Mario, insisting he finish his homework and come inside once the the street lamps came on. Here's the end of the piece, from the NYT, describing the post-Super Bowl victory scene:
"A large crowd gathered around his podium, reporters stacked behind each other, five, six, seven deep. He took no fewer than 20 questions about the catch. He answered all happily, his feet - and his catch - frozen in time, his mom behind him, same as always."
I'm that tiny percentage who missed the Super Bowl -- with pride! But this is a very nice story anyway.
Posted by: Your Roomie | February 07, 2012 at 11:47 AM
You know, only about 1/3 of Americans watch the Super Bowl. Kind of surprising...
Posted by: The Boy | February 07, 2012 at 09:53 PM