stockman311

To the NFL: New Orleans Saints victory means we're no longer league doormat
By Mark Lorando, The Times-Picayune
February 08, 2010, 4:11AM

Dear NFL,

OK, now that we have your attention – good game, huh? – there’s a few things we’d like to clear up.

First of all, you may as well get used to seeing us at the Super Bowl. Because about 100 million TV people saw something during the game Sunday night that countless national media “experts” couldn’t see before:
We belong.

We also hate to miss a good party. And you know what? The Super Bowl is one hell of a party. And that was true even before the public address announcer cranked up “Iko Iko” on the stadium loudspeakers after the Lombardi Trophy presentation ceremony.

One other thing.

We know what sticklers you are for legal documentation, so please consider this our formal written notice of resignation as the unofficial whipping boys of the National Football League.

You’re going to have to find a new whipping boy now. May we suggest the Atlanta Falcons?

We know how hard this is for you. We know that for 43 years, whenever you needed a team to hold up as an example of a perennial loser, whenever you needed some team to make all the other teams and their fans feel better about themselves, we have been your go-to guys.

“It could be worse. We could be the Saints.” That has been our role, and we have filled it well.

Not any more. We are the champions, my friends. And as such, we expect to be granted all the rights and privileges afforded to fans of other championship teams.

So, starting today, whenever you refer to the Saints, you’re going to have to start referring to – and I quote – “ New Orleans’ winning tradition.”

We’ve been waiting a long time to hear someone use that particular phrase to describe us. The term fits. We’ll expect you to use it often.

It also means that you’ll have to permanently retire the term “Aints” as a nickname for this (ahem) proud, storied franchise.

If you mention the “bagheads,” it should be only in the context of ancient history. It has been 30 years since anyone in this town wore a bag to a Saints game. So we will henceforth insist that you stop talking about that like it was last year, and start talking instead about the Finish Strong T-shirts donned by seemingly millions of Saints fans in the run up to the Super Bowl.

The bottom line is that you’re going to have to stop referring to the Saints and their fans as a “great story,” and start referring to us as what we are: A great football team.

We know this will take some getting used to – for you as well as for us. After all, for 43 years we have defined ourselves by the 1-15 seasons.

And the Hail Mary passes.

And the quarterbacks named Billy Joe.

And the holes in the Superdome roof.

Starting tonight we define ourselves by a different set of memories.

By a recovered onsides kick.

By a 74-yard interception return.

By an MVP quarterback holding the Lombardi Trophy in his hand and pumping it skyward.

After 43 years of being treated as America’s experts on losing, we’re ready to become the new national role models for passion and perseverance.

Just to show there are no hard feelings for all the years you made fun of us, we’re going to open up membership in the Who Dat Nation to you, our counterparts in all 31 other NFL cities.

Consider this your formal invitation to the Saints parade Tuesday, which will make every previous Super Bowl victory parade look like a long line at the supermarket checkout counter. You can stick around for the unofficial victory parades: Tom Benson in Endymion, Drew Brees in Bacchus, Sean Payton in Orpheus.

Think of it as one of the perks of membership. In New Orleans, football season never ends. It just changes venues.

So, come on down, hit the parade route and do the new dance craze that’s sweeping New Orleans.

It’s called The Championship Swagger. The steps are easy:

Hold your head up high. Get crunk. And whenever the spirit moves you – which will be often – dig deep down into your soul and say the three words that on this glorious night in Miami became synonymous with success:

Who Dat, baby.

Proudly, passionately, winningly yours,

The Who Dat Nation



This is my favorite article from Monday mornings newspaper. This is a picture of me (on the left) and my buddy smoking a victory cigar on the corner of Iberville and Royal around 11 PM Sunday night.

SaintPauly

I like it. I like it alot! And I second this as well. A new day has dawned for Saints fans. No longer will we be looked at, as the cute puppy, with only three legs!

stockman311

I've already notified my non Saint fan friends that we are to be referred to as "The Champs" for the next 365 days. Any friend that chooses not to refer to us as "The Champs" can wait either 366 days to speak to me or until we lose a Superbowl again. So some friends may be taking a 5 year hiatus from me.

neugey

Hey NFL, your orphan Annie is staying at the Warbucks mansion now.

exile

I'll smoke a cigar to this thread.

stockman311

Smoke em if you got em bud. I had two that night. And a 52 ounce daquiri that almost ended me. LOL!

RailBoss

Very good letter and yeah go pick on sideline groupie Arthur Blank and The Falcons. After watching Replay for the third time there is no question N.O. wanted this game more than The Colts. Very few teams execute like The Saints there seems to be a creed which each player motors to. We really do have an excellent coaching staff who constantly are making adjustments each play. Yeah Stockman this is very good team, no flukes no mistakes.

breesfan27

Great post! I'll raise my glass to this! (since I don't smoke)

Saint_LB

I got em bud...and I do smoke em!

...and my friends light it up...and they take one toke...and they say, "Roach...this weed's a mother ****er, man!"

SmashMouth

I smoked mine on Bourbon Street! Who Dat!