Why Saints fans rule:
A few Eagles jersey cropped up in the sea of black and gold, and reported the nicest and most congenial atmosphere in recent memory."A lot of people have come up and they shake your hand and say: Thanks for coming to New Orleans," David McCloskey, Sr. said. "I kind of expected them to say something smart, but they're not. Everybody's so happy, and they're just not as hard as some other places."
And another:
"We really enjoyed ourselves in New Orleans last time, even though we lost. Everybody was so nice to us -- they were just happy we were visiting their town after the hurricane [Katrina]. I've been to a lot of cities with the Eagles, but nobody has ever treated us better than the people in New Orleans."
Why Eagles fans don't:
I actually had someone tell me that, because of this passionate waif, "The team may win but she shows what a loser they all are".This, coming from the team that threw batteries and urine at opposing fans and players, and cheered incessantly when they thought an opponent was paralyzed.
Must be something about having a bird for a mascot.
Saintseester has some great photos from the game, including the mysterious Lee DeFleur, and a teary-eyed Dr. Morris (crying wreaks havoc on your eye black). Nice hanging out with people who get it.
Man, does that circa 1998 jersey need to be retired, or what. Look behind me: SAINTS 27 EAGLES 24.
Oh, Tuesday is tattoo day for me. Yep. I'm thinking the place next door to Cooter Brown's, so I can drink heavily before and after...or the place across from Bon Temps, so I can drink heavily before and after. And one caveat: vicodin is our friend.
Mike Lupica, of all people, said that the Saints weren't a good sports story for this year; they weren't a good NFL story. He said this year's Saints are the GREATEST SPORTS STORY EVER.
Greatest sports story ever. Hear that Barack Obama? You just alienated a region. Mook. Edwards gets it, you don't.
Here was my little stab at leadership on Saturday night:
I look at the clock, and there was 8:20 remaining. I'm thinking it's going to be exactly like last time, when we had 8:26 remaining.
It wasn't. The pitch from birthday boy (have some cheeseless pizza to celebrate) to baby matrix didn't go as planned, and a former Saint jumped on the ball.
Now, this was the loudest indoor sporting crowd of all time, but everyone got silent. Somebody said "they weren't yelling, they were screaming like homicidal maniacs". Personally, I think I popped a couple of blood vessels.
Oh, and Aaron, I can probably use the hearing aid.
I was silent, too. I saw the past 40 years flash before my eyes. Deion. Big ben right. Hebert forgetting what color his own team was.
But "a lot has changed around here. This is a different team, a different time."
When I realized that, and I saw our defense come on the field, I turned and faced the rest of section 635.
In the loudest, most passionate, murderous voice I posess, I screamed at our still silent section: "IT'S NOT OVER!!!"
Then, I turned and shouted my bleeping lungs out.
The rest of 635 joined in, the noise spread, and the crowd remembered that we have to do our job.
The dB level stayed at about the same raucous level, until fourth down.
Then, well, these fans go to eleven.
And a second-string guard, who hadn't had a single rep with the silent count all year, flinched.
And victory was ours.
And the fans played an integral part.
Who dat?
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Posted by: kizi 1 | 08 May 2012 at 08:57 PM