Madison Avenue Is Now The Land Of The Giants
PASADENA, Calif. — They came, they saw, they conquered. Now it is time for the New York Giants to do what all great American sports heroes must do:
Endorsements.
Phil Simms for American Express:
PASADENA, Calif. — They came, they saw, they conquered. Now it is time for the New York Giants to do what all great American sports heroes must do:
Endorsements.
Phil Simms for American Express:
COSTA MESA, Calif. — The Giants players were all in their designated seats. Only Tony Galbreath’s seat was empty. He would not be available today. He had taken the big leap, stepped off the silver screen of the Super Bowl. Like the hero in the “Purple Rose of Cairo,” he was walking through real life now.
With a movie camera.
“Oh, man, look at all these people,” Galbreath said, eyeing a mob of reporters around teammate Phil McConkey. “This is no good. Excuse me . . . Excuse me . . . “
It was Opening Day. I think. The weather was great. Sort of. The fans had a wonderful afternoon. Most of them. Didn’t they?
The operative word, this time, was confusion. How were we supposed to feel on this first day of baseball, 1991? Happy? Resentful? Mixed-up? A fan walking to the gates of Tiger Stadium on Monday could buy peanuts — or sign a petition. He could get a yearbook — or a letter from Ernie Harwell. He could wear a Tiger cap — or purchase a shirt that read “The Owner Made a Boner.”
ANAHEIM — “John?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I get two minut–“
“Excuse me. You’ll have to get John in the press conference.”
“Sorry.”
“This way, John.”
“Where we goin’?”
“Over here, big room.”
“John?”
“I–“
“Not now, guys, John’s got a press conference.”
“Sorry.”
“That him?”
“Where?”
“Right there, stupid!”
“Oooh . . . “
“John Eh-way?”
“Yeah?”
“We are from Japan.”
“Really?”
“We, um–“
“John, let’s go.”
“Sorry, guys I–“
“This way, John.”
“This door?”