Stay Classy!
Just a little something quickly drafted to respond to those classy individuals who feel the need to wish another Katrina on New Orleans simply because Manning did an excellent Favre impression. Saints 31, Colts 17
On a straight football level: Sean Payton has the biggest, brassiest balls since God himself; he calls plays that make everyone wish they’d thought of it first and hate him for it. The Saints don’t lack superstars due to lack of talent, they lack stars due to lack of ego. The entire team plays as one humble unit. Don’t get pissy when your team can’t match twenty two touchdowns by twenty two different players and more defensive touchdowns than the Browns offense.
On a human level: Wishing for anything like Katrina is just… subhuman. Yeah, sure, let’s have another one and kill another thousand plus people in Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana. The media may have slobbered all over New Orleans, but Katrina was three hundred miles from eye wall to edge. She was six hundred miles in diameter and she was not picky about destroying anything in her reach.
On an intelligence level: It’s not smart to go pissing off the Who Dat Nation. The Who Dats backed the NFL down on its sniveling ass when it came sniffing around, and you are not special. You’re talking about men willing to parade down the street in dresses to honor a beloved sportscaster. You’re talking about a culture steeped deeply in traditions of people and places. You’re talking about a nation with a symbol that inspires faith and an irrational love. You’re talking about starting a war you cannot win.
Next time you boogie on down to New Orleans to eat her food, drink her beer, dance in her streets, and catch her beads, remember that she and her people have suffered long and hard under your labels of “loser” and “never gonna be”. This is her year, her time, and she will not take your shit any longer.
On a straight football level: Sean Payton has the biggest, brassiest balls since God himself; he calls plays that make everyone wish they’d thought of it first and hate him for it. The Saints don’t lack superstars due to lack of talent, they lack stars due to lack of ego. The entire team plays as one humble unit. Don’t get pissy when your team can’t match twenty two touchdowns by twenty two different players and more defensive touchdowns than the Browns offense.
On a human level: Wishing for anything like Katrina is just… subhuman. Yeah, sure, let’s have another one and kill another thousand plus people in Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana. The media may have slobbered all over New Orleans, but Katrina was three hundred miles from eye wall to edge. She was six hundred miles in diameter and she was not picky about destroying anything in her reach.
On an intelligence level: It’s not smart to go pissing off the Who Dat Nation. The Who Dats backed the NFL down on its sniveling ass when it came sniffing around, and you are not special. You’re talking about men willing to parade down the street in dresses to honor a beloved sportscaster. You’re talking about a culture steeped deeply in traditions of people and places. You’re talking about a nation with a symbol that inspires faith and an irrational love. You’re talking about starting a war you cannot win.
Next time you boogie on down to New Orleans to eat her food, drink her beer, dance in her streets, and catch her beads, remember that she and her people have suffered long and hard under your labels of “loser” and “never gonna be”. This is her year, her time, and she will not take your shit any longer.
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