In the literary world, this is called foreshadowing.
In the NFL, this is called "Smacking down your opponent". Basically, this article is telling us that after Monday night, home teams may get penalties for excessive crowd noise. Translated, that means "Saints fans, we may only have one shot: don't let Morten Andersen hear his joints crack" on Monday night. And we know how loud that can be.
Oh, and screw you Pete Prisco. "In the past we've sold between 5,000 and 7,500 tickets to Atlanta people," said Mike Stanfield, Saints vice president in charge of ticket sales. "This year, we sent them the league mandated 500 and that's it."
We are New Orleans. We are the best fans ever in any sport. Here's is how the rest of the world treats us (remember this always...always). We love our music and our characters. We are stronger than even we could have imagined. Don't mess with us on Monday night.
From the Atlanta Journal (registration required): When the Saints talk about this game, you almost get the feeling that every sentence should be followed by an "amen."
"Ultimately the Saints are the cornerstone of New Orleans, that's just the way it is," receiver Horn said. "That's what I've been told by the people downtown."
Amen, brother Joe.
"He didn't have a job, but he just finished buying six season tickets," Payton said. "He didn't know where he was going to get the money to pay for them, but he couldn't wait for the season to start. It struck me. He was as serious as could be about how important this was to him."
Amen, brother Sean.
I don't know why. It's not rational at all, and I can't explain it. But it is that important. That's why the Pete Priscos of the world get me so riled up.
Personally, I could not care less about all the hoopla on Monday. I haven't cared about U2 since WAR or BOY, the goo goo dolls are ok for a garage band (I'd rather hear Morning 40), and the NFL experience is fine for kids. I'm happy to hear my man Kermit (along with Irma and Mr. Toussaint) playing before the game. Maybe they should play Louisiana: 1927 instead of that other song.
I didn't buy season tickets because of Reggie Bush, I bought them because they're the New Orleans Saints. That's why we bought them, not because of anything new; not because of Brees or Bush or Payton, but because they are OUR NEW ORLEANS SAINTS.
I would have bought tickets had they drafted Mario Williams, but hey, THANKS HOUSTON.
Edit 1: Of the 500 tix sent to Atlanta, Santseester got 2. So don't think that even those 500 are going to be dirty birds.
Edit 2: I kinda miss Kendyl Jacox
Edit 3: "This football team has become an inspiration for this city," says Alexander Kalogeropoulos, a UPS driver who lives in nearby Metairie and also lost his house in the hurricane. "Without them, we would be reduced to jazz and drinking and food."