I never really thought I cared about the Saints. Apparently I do. This is probably old news to many of you, but I feel the need to vent. John and I were driving around the Illinois countryside yesterday and he told me that San Antonio was going to take them. I got really pissed.

"San Antonio doesn't want the Saints!" I yelled. "The only reason that football team has lasted as long as it has is because New Orleans fans are crazy enough to root for them even though they loose year after year after year! And this is how they are repayed!?!? For years of blind, unfounded loyalty?!? That's BULLSHIT, John! BULLSHIT!"

Then last night, while sitting in the stands at a Blackhawk's game, I learned that the Chicago Bears had beat the New Orleans Saints. I glowered angrily into the distance. I was pissed. I have never been pissed at a Saints loss before. I've been mildly suprised when they win, but never pissed when they loose. Especially when they're beat by Chicago.

I suppose it's that I grew up with the Saints. I grew up hearing my dad yell at the t.v. screen. Generally he was yelling the word "Dummies" over and over because he could no longer curse having young kids in the house. I actually went to a game at the Superbowl when I was twelve. My first live sports event. The Saints won. That was that year they were good. The game was the 8 - 0 game. They started loosing after that one. I actually had a 'Who Dat' pennant on my bulletin board growing up.

In summation I would like to express my agreement with the masses who think that the owner is an asshole. I would also like to express incredulity that he is at all suprised at the death threats he has been recieving and the various projectiles that have been launched in his direction.