An Unbreakable Bond: For the Saints and their fans, it’s about more than football

I can remember (I'm 61), going to church with my grandmother (who raised me), and getting really impatient with the preacher who would go past 12:00, seemingly on purpose. In those days, early games started at 11:30 CST. So we'd come home and I'd turn on the TV in hopes the game would be close. Sometimes the games would be, but most of the time it wasn't realistic to think we would win.
I still get nervous before and during games. I'm still a kid, mentally and physically. Thank goodness.
My priest could get us through a High Mass within an hour and he did it fast on purpose so that everyone could go listen to the Saints game because it most likely was blacked out to us at the time.