Before yesterday, I’d never been to a ticker-tape parade. But when the Giants won the Super Bowl, I knew I owed it to myself to see this one—it would be a long time before I had the chance to experience another.
I’ve always imagined victory parades as a crowded sea of people, with red, white, and blue confetti pouring out of windows while people cheer their heads off as all the different players go by on a few floats. In my mind, a parade like that should only take at most 10 minutes to go by.
Maybe it’s because I was situated so early in the parade route, maybe it was the company I kept at the parade, or maybe it’s just because the Giants aren’t really my team, but I kind of felt like the parade was one big fat farce.
Call me a prude if you want, but my first impression of the parade was sealed when I got on the 1 train and Giants fans were already drinking.
