The Goat
GSEZ Founder
I thought about doing an entire blog using only Sonny and Cher references, but that just wouldn’t be right.
Actually, this post-Patriots slaughter post should have been prefixed “The Goat Squeaks,” because after yelling for three hours fueled by two bourbons and about six beers (I try not to count), I decided that my final contribution to the win would be screaming at Belichick across the field from Section 254 of the Dome “to put Brady back in so that he could take his beating like a man,” and I think that kicked me over the edge to ******* up my larynx to a fine fare-thee-well. The only sounds I made on Tuesday were every third syllable coming out as a high-pitched whistling noise, and now on Thursday night, I am so hoarse I still sound like Funkhouser.
And it was worth it.
Monday night was why we watch sports, why one guy I know came all the way in from Atlanta, missing two days of work, just hoping to scalp a ticket. Because unlike the static arts, where you can interpret at your leisure, or the dynamic arts, which (save some some improvisational formats like jazz) come off a score or a script, with sports, you just don’t know how it’s all going to play out, how it’s going to end. So when you have the chance to maybe see something at least rare, if not unique, you’d best try to see it. And some of us just have to see it in person.
I’m not sure if this was the biggest regular season game in Saints history; I’d need to at least think about the season-ender in 1983 (feh, still not quite over that one) or the 1987 wins at either San Francisco (“Genius? Huh.”) or Pittsburgh (“It’s like throwing peanuts [popcorn? someone help me here] at a battleship.”) and chew on it for a while. But it’s assuredly high on the list, and for the first time in team history it did send a clear signal: this Saints team has no excuse not to win the Super Bowl.
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Not that ESPN.com’s Bill Simmons needs me or anybody else pimpin’ for him, and I certainly wouldn’t do it otherwise, but if you listen to his podcast lamenting our beatdown of the Pats, you will find that Simmons and his buddy Cousin Sal credited the win to…..the crowd. Stone cold truth. You don’t have to listen to the whole thing, it comes up in the first five minutes. To some extent, I agree with them. We represent arguably the last true home-field advantage in the NFL.
http://sports.espn.go.com/espnradio/player?id=4704715
Lot of Saints love, although I suspect that Simmons still has enough 18-1 bitterness that he is trying to talk himself into the Vikings beating us if we meet. This topic will likely become relevant in later weeks, so I’ll wait until then to guide you through that particular fantasy land.
Final crowd thought: the plaza sideline crowd now just pretty much stands up the entire game, like a college student section, or the general admission areas in English soccer stadiums where people used to get crushed to death. This kind of fanaticism simply doesn’t happen in our well-cushioned, climate-controlled, post-modern pro sports America. I’m trying to think of something more badass in sports right now, and I can’t.
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