dr_beowulf (dr_beowulf) wrote,
dr_beowulf
dr_beowulf

A personal comment of sorts

Since divesting myself of TV three years ago, and not watching much before that, I honestly haven't followed professional football much. I couldn't really tell you who won the last few Super Bowls, or much of anything else about the last few seasons. I mean, I enjoy watching a good game as much as anyone, but it's not something I concern myself with on a daily basis.

But I was born and raised in south Louisiana. I'm old enough to remember the fans showing up at games with bags over their heads, and all those jokes about the "Aints", and all the times that Archie Manning played great ball but just couldn't carry the whole team on his own. My high school band marched in one of their games' halftime shows. I was a college freshman in New Orleans when they finally made the playoffs for the first time in franchise history (the same year that Pope John Paul II said Mass in the Superdome, which at the time, I figured must have had something to do with it). My sister got out of New Orleans just ahead of Katrina, but we all were worried sick over what, if anything, she'd have to go back to, as we watched those terrifying images on the screen. . .

So let me just say this: Though I normally don't follow NFL football closely -- and though I'm all too aware of the corrosive effects that big-time football has on colleges and universities -- I trust that you will all pardon me for one, just one, brief, sweet, delicious moment of long pent-up wild abandon:

WHO DAT SAY THEY GOIN' BEAT THEM SAINTS
WHO DAT
WHO DAT
WHO DAT SAY THEY GOIN' BEAT THEM SAINTS
WHO DAT
WHO DAT

Thank you all for your forbearance. And thank you, Drew and Garrett.
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