pherein

Real sports fans want to live in 1300's Mayan civilization. Where you could watch the Mayan Ball Game.
The winners of the game were treated as heroes and given a great feast. The penalty for losing a game was unusually death. The leader of the team who lost the game was killed.
Now you know those guys were giving 100% on the field, and being a free agent was terrifying

Marlboro Man

Hahaha, that was great. Anyway, I've been a Saints fan since they were created. It was tough to wait until they actually played their first game. It was an exciting time. I worked the games as security and a ticket taker at Tulane Stadium even though I was actually under aged. I was in the stands and watched Guilliam (sp) run the first kick off back for a TD. I was in the stands and watched Dempsey kick the record setting field goal. Like I said, great times. We grew up in the time of great cars, the beginning of rock and roll and had to fight for our music. We watched some terrible football back then. It was like a badge of honor being a Saints fan. We had big get togethers with boiled crawfish, raw and fried oysters, muffalatas, boiled shrimp lots of family and friends and that was before tailgating, LOL. I went to Arabi Elementary on Friscoville St.. We didn't have air conditioning. Not in the schools, not even in high school at Chalmette, not in our homes and not in our cars. There were wood floors in that grammar school that were oiled and if you were bad the teacher would make you kneel down and hold a thick dictionary out in front of you for the whole class. Try getting away with that one now a days. You would go home with oil stains on the knees of your pants and get a whippin for not only being bad in school, but for ruining your pants. Anyway, you don't want to hear about all that stuff, but they were indeed great times. People from younger generations were probably hungry for a winning team, but can you imagine how people from my generation felt? People from the first generation of Saints fans? Heady stuff man. People around us died without even seeing a winning season, let alone a playoff game, or a Super Bowl??? You kidding me?? Everywhere you went, people used to hack on us for being Saints fans. I used to tell people to go ahead and give it their best shot because I'd heard everything anybody could come up with. When we started winning over these last 6 years, I can't tell you how sweet it was, and is. Winning that Super Bowl was just incredible. I didn't know exactly how to take it. I'd lost my dad, my grandfather, my grandmother and my best friend and they didn't even get to see so much as a winning season, so it was and still is a very strange feeling and one that I feel that I need to witness at least once more to actually believe if you get what I'm saying but in some respects, way, way in the back there, you miss some of what you had back in those old losing days. Sorry for the long post.