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I am one of the original Saints fans, dating back to John Gilliam's return in 1967, ironically against the Rams in 1967.
I still get chills watching that play. But there was never a bigger tease play in NFL history. Our first play ever was a touchdown. It would be followed by years of false hope and game upon game ending with our hearts ripped out by some improbable outcome that could only happen to the Saints.
We lost so often, and in such creative ways, losing became part of our identity. I stilled loved my saints and watched every game, even games at the end of the season when we would be 2-13 or something like that.
Losing football game at the end became so much a part of my dna, that when the Vikings had the ball driving in the fourth quarter with Brett Favre at the helm in our first NFC championship game, to be honest there was not much part of me that saw us winning. I had been conditioned to lose in cruel ways for over forty years. I couldn't believe Favre threw the pick. I didn't watch the field goal to win, just closed my eyes.
I remember the joy and pandemonium after our win like it was yesterday. Cars were riding up and down canal street with horns blowing and people sitting on top. Random people were hugging and high fiving me as I walked back to my hotel. This must have been what it was like when World War 2 ended, I had never seen a celebration like it. It was so spontaneous, who would have planned we would win?
So I am headed back to New Orleans today, this time fully expecting to win. Maybe they bring in John Gilliam to lead the who dat cheer, he's still alive you know. Let him and Steve Gleason do it, talk about bring the house down.
If we win again, will it be as crazy as last time? I don't know, the first time is hard to beat. But you never know with these things, we will just have to see.
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I still get chills watching that play. But there was never a bigger tease play in NFL history. Our first play ever was a touchdown. It would be followed by years of false hope and game upon game ending with our hearts ripped out by some improbable outcome that could only happen to the Saints.
We lost so often, and in such creative ways, losing became part of our identity. I stilled loved my saints and watched every game, even games at the end of the season when we would be 2-13 or something like that.
Losing football game at the end became so much a part of my dna, that when the Vikings had the ball driving in the fourth quarter with Brett Favre at the helm in our first NFC championship game, to be honest there was not much part of me that saw us winning. I had been conditioned to lose in cruel ways for over forty years. I couldn't believe Favre threw the pick. I didn't watch the field goal to win, just closed my eyes.
I remember the joy and pandemonium after our win like it was yesterday. Cars were riding up and down canal street with horns blowing and people sitting on top. Random people were hugging and high fiving me as I walked back to my hotel. This must have been what it was like when World War 2 ended, I had never seen a celebration like it. It was so spontaneous, who would have planned we would win?
So I am headed back to New Orleans today, this time fully expecting to win. Maybe they bring in John Gilliam to lead the who dat cheer, he's still alive you know. Let him and Steve Gleason do it, talk about bring the house down.
If we win again, will it be as crazy as last time? I don't know, the first time is hard to beat. But you never know with these things, we will just have to see.
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