This evening the New Orleans Saints destroyed the Dallas Cowboys, and they did it in Dallas. That makes me VERY happy!I've never been a real [American]football fan. In fact, until I landed in New Orleans last summer, where The Dome holds the skyline and where the team is everyone's team (unlike the Bay Area where the choice of Raiders or Niners tends to be a class based choice), I never really had a team I seriously cared about. But the Saints captured my imagination and my heart before Katrina and AFTER Katrina... well, forget aboud it!
Now... the other side of this equation is that having grown up Southern Baptist and having attended a Baptist seminary, I was conditioned to the religion of the Dallas Cowboys... and what that means for me is that I pretty much feel like ANYONE beating the tar out of the Cowboys is a very very good thing.
Well... tonight the Saints not only STOMPED th Cowboys 42-17, they did it in the Cowboys' own house!
Who dat? Well... You KNOW who dat!
2 comments:
Amen, Brother Tom.
I always root against anything or anyone from Texas, just on principle.
But I have been secretly cheering on the Saints this season, much to the dismay of the rapid Buccaneer fans around me...
and by "rapid", I mean "rabid"...
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