When I was eight years old the Saints had a regular season home game against the Atlanta Falcons that sold out. That meant that for once they would be on TV for a home game and I didn't have to listen to the game on the radio. I got up that Sunday morning, did my picks for all the games with my daddy like we always did and got ready to watch my team play at home.
The score was 41-0 Atlanta by halftime.
That's why as much as it sucked to go up to Chicago and fall on our faces in the NFC championship, I can't be more prouder of my team. It's much better to be playing in January for something meaningful than to watch your team get embarrassed during the year and never get this chance.
Congratulations to the Bears. We'll see you next year in our house when we have home field.
1 comment:
Peace Cliff:
I'm in Grad School now trying to stay afloat so I haven't had time to write anything except the occasional school-related essay.
Glad to hear that you went to the game - even though the Saints lost. Part of me was rooting for them but I had to keep thinking about the Big Picture: Two Black Coaches in the Big Game!!!! Never thought I would see the day.
Anyway, I was glad to see that you connected with the G Bitch. As steadfast advocates for the resurrection of NOLA, I thought you two might be able to find a lot of common ground.
Keep at it. I'll be back when I can.
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