Hello, I’m back. What, you didn’t even know I was gone? Damn you. Seriously, I took a week-long break from blog posting just now due to what I’ve decided to call Winter Storm of Death: Early 2010 Edition. Sucks to be an editor having to singlehandedly put out the newspaper. (No disrespect to any other editors here at The Oklahoman.) Anyway, it’s high time I get some blog posts up on this here blog. So why not get going with an event that is near and dear to the heart of any man who likes beer and sports: the Super Bowl. Can I say Super Bowl in a blog? Do I need to write “the big game,” or some other such nonsense? Who knows.
Fact is, the game of professional football that is bigger than all others is coming up Sunday. Up until about two hours ago, I was 100 percent behind the Colts. Living first in Toronto and then here in Oklahoma, I’ve never had an NFL team to call my own. Some people in Toronto back the Bills; here in Oklahoma, it’s the Cowboys, and to a lesser extent, the Chiefs. I’ve never jumped on any of those bandwagons. But somewhere along the way, I started building an allegiance to the Colts. The Colts have nice, sharp uniforms. They’ve always seemed to be a clean-cut bunch of guys. They’ve got the best quarterback maybe in the history of the game. And my brother lived in Indiana for a few years. What other reasons did I need? Right now, I still like the Colts, and wouldn’t be upset if they won. But you know what? I wouldn’t be upset if the Saints won, either. Why? Because of what I just saw on Outside the Lines.
I’m on the treadmill on my lunch break this afternoon when Outside the Lines comes on ESPN. If you thought it would be hard to get a little misty on a treadmill during your work lunch break, then you didn’t see the piece they did on the connection the Saints have with the city of New Orleans. Now I understand that is probably the 200,000th time someone has said or typed something to the effect of “the connection the Saints have with the city of New Orleans,” but this thing really hit home. Maybe the first good thing that happened for the city of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina was the Saints playing a football game at the Superdome. As was pointed out in the OTL piece, the people in New Orleans love that city. They’ve elected to live there when they had nothing and could have gone anywhere else and had nothing. They stayed — or came back — because they love the city. What else do they love? The Saints. The Saints winning would be less like your favorite team winning, and more like your brother winning. I know it all sounds cozy, but do yourself a favor and find the OTL piece. I tried to find it online just now, but perhaps it’s too early to show up online. Either way, if you watch that and don’t feel at least the slightest twinge pulling you toward the Saints side, then you sir are a cold, heartless, no-account so-and-so. Or something like that.
Meanwhile, since the football game of a great deal of importance is so closely tied with beer, I’ll be offering up additional blog posts this week to get you ready. Cheers!