Amen

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.

Amen.

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."

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.

Amen.

Fuck you, ESPN, Fuck you, Bloomberg.

I would have bought tickets had they drafted Mario Williams, but hey, THANKS HOUSTON.

Amen.

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."

Comments

[Mr. Clio]

Thanks, dude. This is my perfect pre-game reading. I don't want to read anything about the game now until after.

[saintseester]

Amen! I heard "Oh holy night" on the drive down. Amen. I be here. I'm only 5 blocks from the destination of my pilgrimage.

[GentillyGirl]

AMEN!

Oh Great Mime, thou and others have converted this sportless soul into a Saints fan.

So mote it Be...

[Mark Folse]

Hell, read the ESPN link slowly and all the way to the buttom. Fucking 'A is more like it.

I think at AT et al should bag that other fucking song about Baltimore of all places, and just launch into the Saints.

[Tim]

Dudes, I was in Cleveland two weeks ago and the fans there are total and complete jerkwads. Entering the stadium, throngs of Browns fans chanted "Asshole, Asshole" at me and friends wearing Saints gear. During the game, we were told to go home, go back to our flooded city, only stupid people live below sea level, etc. The Saints dominated the entire game, and I expected at least one Browns fan to say something sportsmanlike afterward. Instead, the Browns fans seated near us just sulked off without a word. Later, we were in downtown Cleveland for dinner, and we were once again greeted with, "Saints suck! Go home you assholes!" And this after we won the game! These people have no class whatsoever. They have no concept of sportsmanlike conduct. It will be a long time before I voluntarily return to Cleveland, if ever.
Peace,
Tim

[ashley]

Yeah, Tim, they live in Cleveland in winter, and we're the stupid ones. There's a reason their town, not ours, is called "the mistake by the lake".

I remember a Denver game in the dome a few years back where Brooks had 400 or so yards passing, and we still lost. The Denver fans were taunting us in our building! Hopefully, they spent tons of money in the quarter, got filty drunk, sick, and lost their wallets.

Mark, I get the eventual gist of that article, but I made it a point not to link to the Tony Kornheiser interview, and the other ESPN drivel about how lucky we are to have won 2 games, and how it doesn't matter anyway, because this team will be in LA in 2 years anyway.

Why couldn't they just talk about how we average more than 1 season ticket per 3 New Orleans residents?

That's the stat we need to see. About how FUCKING AMAZING the sellout of the dome really is!

Gentilly Girl, it's not a choice, it's in my blood. I don't watch pro football, I just watch the Saints. It's different.

[GentillyGirl]

I understand that, and that's why I'm joining into the throng. It's ALL about New Orleans.

Namaste!

[Sophmom]

I'll be thinking of you guys tonight.

[Lisa]

Wow....I NEVER watch football but I was glued to my tv last night. It was just beautiful...every aspect. Done New Orleans style!