Seer1

Hahaha! I grew up 100 miles south of Cleveland. They had a competitive edge and were doing the right stuff, but then loaded up the trucks one night and moved to Baltimore where they're still winning Superbowls. So they bring in a new team with the same name and a sign on the front window saying, "Piss poor management wanted." But that's alright because everyone knows Ohio's true pro team is the Buckeyes.

Then I head south the second Dempsey kicked that field goal with half a foot (and -according to ignorant haters, an illegal shoe) figuring any team that'll hire a guy with half an arm and half a foot is my kind of team. Haven't ever turned back. I bet there's still beer on the ceiling of that apartment from the game that put us into our first winning season. Hell, used to throw a party whenever the Saints would be on TV outside their local area. Also in another apartment the day Benson bought the team figuring a player didn't need to be born in Louisiana to be a Saint anymore. Washed the beer off the wall from the day we brought in Drew.....

Buckeye by birth, Who Dat by choice!

Yep, the 70's-80's-90's aren't even close to coming back. If anyone's laughing at the Who Dats these days, listen closely. It's a nervous, scared laugh.

; Your story isn't over yet ;