The Saints were crushed yet again by a powerful and well rehearsed Seattle Seahawks football team. I obediently wore by WhoDat paraphernalia to the gym this morning and felt sure I was about the only Saints fan within about 1500 miles.
Yet all the thumbs up and wishes for good luck couldn’t get it done. My only hope is that perhaps the Comeback Colts will dismantle Brady, Belichick, et al, and their dastardly plans for world domination. And here I sit, hoping somehow, even in the downpour at Foxborough, Brady will spontaneously combust.
Peyton’s on deck. Newman and UT grad Home Boy is my last and only hope for some Superbowl satisfaction this year.
None the less, Bless You Boys. See you in the fall.