Here's to the Saints
NFL's doormat no longer. This one goes out to all of the brave and courageous people of New Orleans, who have faced more adversity than any of us will ever know. It has bee a long time coming. Enjoy the journey, it's long overdue.
A Secret
I guess it's finally safe to come out of the closet. I was the only kid in West Texas to wear a New Orleans Saints jacket to school. This was in the heart of Dallas Cowboys country but I chose to root for the Saints and a young quarterback named Archie Manning. The Saints of course just got the crap beat of them game after game, and as I recall, so did I. Not a bright move wearing the Saints Logo on my sleeve. I eventually relented (after much violent coercion) and converted to the Cowboys. Soon I was the only kid in West Texas to cheer for Craig Morton over Roger Staubach. Bet you can guess how that went over. So yesterday I sat proudly wearing my New Orleans Saints hat as they marched into their very first Super Bowl. In the comfort of my own living room, thank you very much." title="And When the Saints Go Marching In…" />Today’s View From the Bull Pen
Priorities
We have them all wrong. From constant news coverage of Jodi Arias and OJ Simpson to athletes getting mega bucks for playing a game, our sense of what is important is completely and totally screwed up. You'd think that we might have learned something from the recent events in Boston. That heroes emerge from even the most difficult of circumstances, but, no, we return to the inane and inconsequential. Amanda Knox. Film at 11.I drew this cartoon after reading the recent story about Andrew Wiggins, supposedly the "next" LeBron James, signing a letter of intent with Kansas. While Wiggins did his best to keep his signing from becoming too much of a circus, it still carried huge weight in the 24/7 news cycle. It made me think of the number of brilliant kids who will walk across graduation stages all over our country in the next few weeks, whose names are only heard as they stride forward to get their diplomas. No newspaper columns are written or press conferences held for valedictorians or honor students, but, hey, dribble a basketball and we hear all about it. Priorities. Yeah. I'd say we have them pretty screwed up.
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Here’s to the Saints
NFL’s doormat no longer. This one goes out to all of the brave and courageous people of New Orleans, who have faced more adversity than any of us will ever know. It has bee a long time coming. Enjoy the journey, it’s long overdue.A Secret
I guess it’s finally safe to come out of the closet. I was the only kid in West Texas to wear a New Orleans Saints jacket to school. This was in the heart of Dallas Cowboys country but I chose to root for the Saints and a young quarterback named Archie Manning. The Saints of course just got the crap beat of them game after game, and as I recall, so did I. Not a bright move wearing the Saints Logo on my sleeve. I eventually relented (after much violent coercion) and converted to the Cowboys. Soon I was the only kid in West Texas to cheer for Craig Morton over Roger Staubach. Bet you can guess how that went over. So yesterday I sat proudly wearing my New Orleans Saints hat as they marched into their very first Super Bowl. In the comfort of my own living room, thank you very much.
