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Choppa does not have his cowbell.
This is a problem, because like all of us, Choppa has his game day traditions. But, about five weeks ago, all of Choppa’s plans went right out the Sprinter van window.
He should be at home on the West Bank. He should be sitting in his certain chair in his certain corner of the house. He should be surrounded by all the things that make the juju feel right on game day. He’s still wearing those lucky drawers, but he’s got a lucky cowbell, too, and that’s on the West Bank. Instead, the Saints are playing against the Philadelphia Eagles for a shot in the NFC Championship game Jan. 20, and Choppa’s somewhere on Interstate 10 between New Orleans and Baton Rouge, watching the game on a phone as the signal pops in and out during commercial breaks.



It’s not like, when the season started, Choppa knew any of this would happen. Like all of us fans, he didn’t know the Saints would have the kind of chemistry it takes to knock down records, one after another. He didn’t know it’d be what powered the team to a 10-game winning streak. He didn’t know Drew Brees would turn in the kind of performance that has people talking MVP.
And Choppa sure as hell didn’t know he’d end up at Brees’ surprise 40th birthday party, singing the track he dropped more than a decade and a half ago, while the quarterback blew out candles on a Superdome-shaped cake with a miniature goat on top of it.
Nope, he didn’t know any of that.
It’s why, though, riding a high propelled forward by the Saints players’ love for his old school bounce record and the fans’ reawakened appreciation of it, Choppa may not be where he should be. But Choppa’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

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