by Ice Cream Jonsey » Mon Oct 24, 2005 8:46 pm
Funny you should ask!
Here's your How I Will React When My Heart Is Pulled Out of My Chest Primer!
o If the Saints move to San Antonio and are no longer called the Saints, I'm done with football, until such time that the city of New Orleans gets another team.
o If the Saints move to San Antonio, are called the Saints and it's not "official" where they are playing in 2007 I might follow them. Maybe. The mayor of San Antonio is a fucking greaseball and a pathetic little worm of a human being and I would never support anything based in that wretched, corpse-looting, shithole of a city. But if nobody is sure if they are going back to Louisiana for 2007 or L.A. then momentum may carry me. I don't know.
o If the Saints go to SA next year and it's clear that they are going to LA the year after I am done with them.
My bond with the team is with all the wonderful people I have "met" on-line through various Saints websites, with the shared history of the team throughout all its many, many failures, screw jobs, home jobs, participation in outright fixed games (i.e., the first home game the Giants had after 9/11/01) and playoff ass-kickings. It's with all the swag I've purchased, all the times I've played as the Saints in video games, all the games I've traveled thousands of miles to attend and all the time I have apparently fucking wasted learning more about the New Orleans Saints than anyone else I know.
My bond is not with the grave robbing sons of bitches in San Antonio, nor the apathetic - and - who - can - blame - them denizens of Los Angeles. I would never set foot in San Antonio and would never go to LA again unless I were forced to for some other function.
I know this is all a build-up for you to retort, "BLAAAAAH!! You've never even lived in New Orleans!!!" but please keep in mind that I find your opinion about sports as relevant as you find mine about cooking. The people I have encountered through the Saints are among the nicest, warmest people in the world. To put it another way -- I missed the Saints-Bills game and a guy sent me a copy of the game on tape for free. You pretended to open a fake restaurant and couldn't be bothered to overnight a dish from the menu when I offered full recompense. Full recompense before the outright begging.
The New Orleans Saints are going away, and I can't believe I'm turning into Guy Who Lost His Football Team. I can't fully come to grips with this shit. I will say this, though -- we had the worst fucking owner in the history of business and if another city wants him so bad they can fucking have him. You find another guy who has done less for victims of a national disaster than our owner. As far as I'm concerned he's as bad as Osama bin Laden.
Anyway, when it's finally announced I'll throw together an article about what it was like to grow up with this team, then you can laugh and laugh and laugh.
Funny you should ask!
Here's your How I Will React When My Heart Is Pulled Out of My Chest Primer!
o If the Saints move to San Antonio and are no longer called the Saints, I'm done with football, until such time that the city of New Orleans gets another team.
o If the Saints move to San Antonio, are called the Saints and it's not "official" where they are playing in 2007 I might follow them. Maybe. The mayor of San Antonio is a fucking greaseball and a pathetic little worm of a human being and I would never support anything based in that wretched, corpse-looting, shithole of a city. But if nobody is sure if they are going back to Louisiana for 2007 or L.A. then momentum may carry me. I don't know.
o If the Saints go to SA next year and it's clear that they are going to LA the year after I am done with them.
My bond with the team is with all the wonderful people I have "met" on-line through various Saints websites, with the shared history of the team throughout all its many, many failures, screw jobs, home jobs, participation in outright fixed games (i.e., the first home game the Giants had after 9/11/01) and playoff ass-kickings. It's with all the swag I've purchased, all the times I've played as the Saints in video games, all the games I've traveled thousands of miles to attend and all the time I have apparently fucking wasted learning more about the New Orleans Saints than anyone else I know.
My bond is not with the grave robbing sons of bitches in San Antonio, nor the apathetic - and - who - can - blame - them denizens of Los Angeles. I would never set foot in San Antonio and would never go to LA again unless I were forced to for some other function.
I know this is all a build-up for you to retort, "BLAAAAAH!! You've never even [i]lived[/i] in New Orleans!!!" but please keep in mind that I find your opinion about sports as relevant as you find mine about cooking. The people I have encountered through the Saints are among the nicest, warmest people in the world. To put it another way -- I missed the Saints-Bills game and a guy sent me a copy of the game on tape for free. You pretended to open a fake restaurant and couldn't be bothered to overnight a dish from the menu when I offered full recompense. Full recompense before the outright [i]begging.[/i]
The New Orleans Saints are going away, and I can't believe I'm turning into Guy Who Lost His Football Team. I can't fully come to grips with this shit. I will say this, though -- we had the worst fucking owner in the history of business and if another city wants him so bad they can fucking have him. You find another guy who has done less for victims of a national disaster than our owner. As far as I'm concerned he's as bad as Osama bin Laden.
Anyway, when it's finally announced I'll throw together an article about what it was like to grow up with this team, then you can laugh and laugh and laugh.