Recently, I journeyed to Mid Town Los Angeles watch NFL games with a friend of mine who happens to be an Eagles fan. It was this past 2 Saturday ago; he was just a tad disappointed in the game’s outcome. As the Cowboys continued to ram their Texas sized genitals into the bowls of Eagle nation, the conversation turned from that game, to the impending Saints game the next week. At that point, we still didn’t know who we played, and my friend made a remark that basically went something like “**** man, another season with no Super Bowl ring for Donovan. I guess that’s the good thing about being a Saints Fan, no expectation, you guys are as happy going 9-7 as you are going 13-3.”
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I am a very level headed guy. It’s actually something I pride myself on. If you ask anyone who knows me, they’ll say that despite my large stature (6’4 230 pounds) I’m a very patient, gentlemanly type of fellow. However at this statement, at this completely ****ing silly and asinine assessment of what it means to follow the Saints, I lost it. My mind could not process the level of ass****ery that it would take to actually believe this. To me, his remark was basically saying that a starving person with a diet of ****, should just be happy to find a little corn in it from time to time. To all of you who think this about us Saints fans, I would like to extend to you a very enthusiastic, hardy, loving, calculated, pure, genuine, thoughtful, hopeful, exuberant, life affirming, sensual and meaningful **** YOU. That’s for you. That’s how we feel.
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