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‘This Is Us’ Creator Dan Fogelman Pens Open Letter to NY Giants Fans’ ‘Beautiful Boy’ Eli Manning

”You are, and forever will be, OUR quarterback,“ showrunner writes to Manning, who was benched by team on Tuesday

You’d think it would take a lot to depress “This Is Us”  creator Dan Fogelman — seeing as he’s a guy who makes millions of people cry week after week — and it did.

Following the news on Tuesday that New York Giants quarterback Eli Manning had been benched by the team, the producer sat down to pen an open letter to fellow fans and vent his frustration over the decision.

“It is 11 p.m. on Tuesday night and I’m supposed to go to sleep now, but I can’t. I can’t because I’ve had two vodkas and just announced to my wife that ‘I’m going to write something to Eli Manning,'” Fogelman started the tribute, which was published online by The Ringer on Wednesday.

“She begged me not to. She’s not exactly sure who you are. Also our dogs had to poop and she wasn’t really listening to me. But I’m writing you anyway. So with that context out of the way, let me start again”

Giants coach Ben McAdoo and general manager Jerry Reese announced on Tuesday that two-time Super Bowl champion Manning would be replaced by Geno Smith for Sunday’s game against the Oakland Raiders. After 14 years and 222 total starts under center for the team, Manning is now being sat out in favor of the Jets’ castoff quarterback in the wake of the Giants’ disastrous 2-9 record this season.

Needless to say, the decision didn’t sit well with fans, sports analysts or Manning’s former teammates.

Fogelman, for one, wants Manning to know how much he, and other Giants fans, love him and hate to see him go.

“Eli Manning: you adorable, frustrating, talented, badass manboy — you have provided for myself, and for my friends, some of the BEST moments of our entire lives,” he wrote to Peyton’s little brother, before listing his achievements including taking down the “Death Star New England Patriots, not once, but twice.”

Read the rest of Fogelman’s crazy emotional letter below.

Dear Eli,

First of all, I’m sorry.

I’m sorry you’ve been completely and shamefully shafted by my favorite team. It’s unforgivable, and if New York Giants fans don’t rise en masse and chant your name throughout the ENTIRE next home game, I’ll be stunned and disappointed.

But more importantly, I want to say thank you.

Eli Manning: you adorable, frustrating, talented, badass manboy — you have provided for myself, and for my friends, some of the BEST moments of our entire lives. Now, in truth, our lives haven’t been all that exciting. But still.

It’s not just the Tyree catch.

It’s not just the Manningham catch.

It’s not just the Super Bowl wins.

It’s not just the fact that you brought down the Death Star New England Patriots, not once, but twice.

OK, realistically it is that (and God how we love how that infuriates them). But still, Eli: You are, and forever will be, OUR quarterback. Sure, people love your brother. And we get it. He was good. He was funny on SNL. He got that giant red mark across his forehead whenever he took off his helmet. But you, Eli: You have been the New York Giants for the past decade. And this terrible ending won’t take the memories away …

2008. I’m at my best friend’s house. We’ve been best friends since childhood. Since Simms. Since LT. You complete the pass to Tyree. Then to Plaxico. Somewhere in Van Nuys, California, a bunch of fat 35-year-olds literally fall on top of one another in a pile in front of horrified small children.

2012. For luck, we return to the same house. The children are older. The adults are fatter. We pile on one another. Again.

Some years we make the playoffs. Some years we don’t. And through it all there is one constant: Eli. Sometimes the haircut is bad. Sometimes it’s surprisingly cool. You look best with a certain amount of stubble. When we talk about it, we feel weird. We just love you however we get you. We love when you close your eyes, and twist backward, and throw blind passes that someone, somewhere, may or may not catch. We wouldn’t trade you for anyone. Not even Brady. Whom you beat twice (and God how we love how that infuriates them).

You should have been allowed to finish on your own terms. You are all of us right now–slighted by a boss, by a corporation. Wronged by someone in charge. But that makes sense in a way, because you were OUR quarterback.

So to the New York Giants organization, we write you on behalf of ALL (literally ALL) Giants fans who have bought your tickets, your merchandise, your TV packages: Make this right. Eli starts Sunday. Apologize for a bad decision, and for not reading the room (and the city) correctly. And once they do that? Eli, we promise we won’t be offended: Tell them to blow it out their ass and go win a Super Bowl for the Jacksonville Jaguars. As long as you beat Tom Brady again, we’ll be happy.

With love and gratitude, always,

The New York Giants Fans