Football = Medicine
There was an article in the Times-Picayune newspaper over the weekend that had the best opening line ever. It read (and I'm paraphrasing here):"Hey, New Orleans, do you feel that rush of cold air under your feet? That's hell freezing over."
Why would hell be freezing over? Because the New Orleans Saints are headed to the NFC Championship Game this weekend. Un-freaking-believable! Anyone who follows football knows this is one of the most unlikely stories ever. The Saints, who were 3 and 13 last year, and who are notorious for breaking their fans hearts, are one win away from the Superbowl.
And it could not have come at a better time.
I don't have to mention the hardships the New Orleans area has faced over the past year and a half. And while flood waters have dissipated, and homes are being rebuilt (at least some are), the effects of what occurred on August 29, 2005 continue to plague so many people.
Then the Saints came marching in.
I have always been a Saints fan, even when it was very, very hard. But these days, it is blessedly easy to cheer "Who Dat!" The success of our beloved Saints has been a healing balm to so many weary souls. The Saints have given people in New Orleans a reason to smile. Now, when strangers find themselves standing in line at the bank, or the grocery store, there is another hot item for them to talk about instead of that nasty storm that begins with the letter K. The Saints are the topic of just about every conversation, and I couldn't be more grateful for what they have done for the morale of this city.
As a native of the New Orleans area, I am tickled pink by all of this. Instead, make that black and gold.
Geaux Saints!