Give That Team a Nat Sherman Cigar

Fine Sunday night for Cousin Harvey’s favorite football team. Satisfying retribution exacted against San Francisco for kidnaping New York’s first National League baseball team. Intriguing thought crossing my mind as I dare to dream that the forthcoming Giants-Patriots Super Bowl works out as well as the last one: If the Giants win a fourth Super Bowl, how on earth does a Giants fan complain about anything? Anything Giants-related, at any rate. The rest of your life remains up for grabs, but if your team unfurls a fourth championship banner in generally living memory — particularly if they’re spread out one per decade for the last four decades (’80s, ’90s, ’00s, ’10s) as these would be — how could you say “boo” to anything about your team? Ever? Or if not ever, then for a very long time? I suppose it doesn’t work that way, but how would I know for sure? My primary rooting interest is in a Mets franchise that won ...