More die of heartbreak…
First of all, congratulations to New Orleans Saints fans. I’ve always loved your style, your parasols, your faith. And being somewhat regularly on the losing side of professional sports, I think I can join in saying that your first trip to the Super Bowl in 43 years is well deserved.
But, what an incredible game. Could you believe how long Favre would stay in the pocket? All those evil hits he took? Those fuck-you catches Shiancoe made in the 4th? Peterson’s - he should consider legally changing that ‘o’ to an ‘e’ and become a Viking or at least Scandinavian for life - furious fumble re-recovery in the 3rd (here, a nod to the Saints’ nasty strips)? Had Brad “Butt” Childress not tried to be the devious mastermind he isn’t looking like a substitute teacher and put 12 men in the huddle as regulation waned, well…
Furthermore, I will not consent to a booth-bound Troy Aikman and say Favre should have ran the ball. With whose legs? Joe Buck’s? He threw that ball like he was 5 years younger, the exact same reason he was playing in the NFC Championship at the age of 40. The schadenfreude coming from the Packer crowd and the many Sportcenter trolls is really unfortunate and sounds a lot like a major platform plank fielded currently (indefinitely) by the GOP. Good company?
So with it being Monday and never having been a quarterback otherwise, I say good luck to the New Orleans Saints in Super Bowl XLIV. Or should I cheer for the team whose home city also ends with “polis” …
