The front entry access of my building was temporarily suspended due to incoming parade. I had to get into the building through the rear door that I have never used before. Having a little bit of problem to find it but I had a cheerful mind. The weather condition was cloudy and overcast. Temperature was around 40s.
Nobody wanted to work that morning. Once the long arm of our office clock pointed at 9, my office people started to pick our favorite window spot (you know those big tall windows in ancient European style structures). We put cardboards on sills to make relatively safe observation posts. We tried to get as many papers as possible, wastes from shredders, recycled printer papers, newspapers. Someone even pulled out the bathroom tissue papers (unused ones of course). We had all “ammo” prepared and just waited for the show to begin.
The Giants buses (around 6 Mercedes buses) arrived in 10:45pm and the crowds began to scream. We were in prone position and stretched our necks out trying to see any one of the players. To our disappointment, nobody except one got off the buses. That person held the silver trophy high and ran into the Indian Museum across the street. Our eyeballs followed the trophy holder into the building then we spotted five cops standing on top of the museum. “Snipers”, an anxious co-worker yelled out. Why did they need snipers in a parade?
We couldn’t see what happened in Battery Park because my office faces Broadway. Around 11:15am, the sudden erupt of loud crowd noises indicated that parade had begun. The parade was led by three consecutive sanitation trucks with a raised plow in front of them! (Why the heck did they need minesweepers for?) Six horse-policemen slowly followed with two sanitation workers at their tails. While I wondered what they were doing behind the horses, some horses shitted on the street (the horses were nervous). The sanitation worker reacted quickly and shoveled the manure into their mobile wheeled garbage cans (good job guys). Then another sanitation truck came up with tens of reporters standing in. Yeah right, the media people are plain garbage.
Finally the Giants show up. A row of cops holding different kinds of flags led the way. They were followed by a large marching band. A Toyota sponsored convertible with a huge Giant Logo at front was next. Two old guys sat at the back and waved to the crowds with one finger on air (index not middle, mind you), that got everybody crazy. The crowd started to chant: “Go Giants.”
Another marching band walked up. They halted in front of our building to play an unfamiliar music (to me) but the crowd echoed in unison “Yeah” once the music paused every five seconds. Then Eli Manning and Michael Strahan showed up in a float after them.
Confetti time! We jumped off the windows and threw our papers out the windows. It was windy and the wind carried our papers back into office. We couldn’t give up (like the Giants). We moved some fans to counter the current and our papers flew up to air. People from the other buildings did the same and some of their papers even flew into our office. It was fun.
We dumped tons of papers out and missed most of the floats. When I went back to my spot, I only caught some High School marching bands. Fort Hamilton High School has a gorgeous flag girl team dressed with blue/white short skirt. There were 5 beautiful Chinese long hair/long leg girls (I love long hair girls) but I forgot to bring my camera to work (damn!). I started to look for my high school but no, they were not there.
The parade ended in 12pm but continued up to city hall but I couldn’t follow them. Too bad I had to work. Eli does look like a shy high school kid. He didn’t know what to do at the beginning on the float. Michael Strahan signaled him to raise up the trophy and smiled to the crowd. The Crowd chanted: “Eli, Eli, Eli” to respond to Eli’s wave. Great time.