Geaux Saints!


(Photo from Washington Post)

Well good job, New Orleans. Well done. Those of us in New England certainly know what it’s like to celebrate a kicker’s heroics and it couldn’t have happened to a better team. Now, I think I can speak for most New Englanders and Patriots fans when I say, please march into Miami and beat the stuffing out of Peyton Manning and his band of prancing ponies.

HJ, who looked so sad and bereft in his Jets jersey yesterday, and who is normally so measured and rational about these things (I know, right? So weird), responded to my question about how he felt about the Super Bowl with, “I hope Drew Brees annihilates the stupid Colts.” Which is something we can totally agree on. He also had great fun using my new gift from Chrissy, the world’s best shark mittens, to work out some residual angst. “I’m Peyton Manning. La la la. CHOMP!” And who among us doesn’t love that idea?

In reality, this is likely the matchup the NFL wanted since it pits the two teams who have performed the best all season against each other. And that’s fine and dandy and all, but the thought of Peyton Manning being within spitting distance of another Super Bowl turns my stomach. I mean, I’ve walked past the Manning house in the Garden District in New Orleans. There was a Colts flag flying outside (this was before they were acknowledging Eli as one of their own). Think Papa Manning is going to feel conflicted about this? I’m sure I’m not the first to bring that up and I certainly won’t be the last. Odds are there will be thousands upon thousands of articles written about that in the coming weeks and I might just find myself a nice rock to crawl under to get away from it all. Because the fact that the Mannings are all over both sides of this Super Bowl means more Manning coverage which is just fantastic. ESPN is about thisclose to starting an All Manning, All The Time Network. I may have to go into sensory deprivation to keep from destroying HJ’s very expensive television.

The flip side of this, of course, is the Brett Favre storyline. Because it’s ever so fitting that his career ended (maybe), for the second time on a game-sealing interception in an NFC championship game but homeboy is running out of teams with whom to attempt to win a Super Bowl. Though, as Chrissy pointed out, “The Bears would probably take him next year if he wants to keep being an asshole.” She’s probably right.

Here’s what I wonder though, about Old Man Favre. Everyone keeps talking about his quest to win a Super Bowl as though he’s never done it before when in fact, he has. His 1997 Packers team beat the Patriots 35-21 at the Superdome and some of us remember that, Brett. So it’s not like he’s been playing for nigh on seventy years now without a shot at a championship and I don’t know why we’ve been talking all season like this was his last, best shot. So if he really does retire (again), I think he can go back to selling Wranglers and big screen TVs at Sears and not be thinking about the Lombardi trophy that got away because he already has one. Which is one more than most people have. What I’m saying is, the Brett Favre Pity Train is leaving the station.

The Saints, however, could do with a Super Bowl. And while I agree that if they were to win a few short weeks before Mardi Gras, it’s entirely possible the whole city will remain drunk for a good seven to eight months, I can’t really think of a city that deserves a therapeutic victory parade more. And any opportunity to turn the Colts into the national bad guy is one I plan to embrace wholeheartedly. My point being, go Saints!

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