New Orleans Saints: It's All About the Love

ED WASHINGTONContributor IMarch 13, 2009

You know, my best friend, Peter Broussard, stated that his first memory of the New Orleans Saints was his first live game. Of course, back then they lost, and he cried his eyes out.  He and I are pretty close to the same age, except I'm older and I don't remember a particular game. 

But I do remember loving the Saints, my uncle Melvin listening to the games by the radio. My dad calling home from work asking what are the scores.  In my home, it wasn't easy to love another team.

Back then, if there was a game on TV, it would be the Saints anyway. To have a winning team as your favorite—who wouldn't love a winning team like the Pittsburgh Steelers with Swann, Bradshaw, and Franco Harris, just to name a few. 

Like I said earlier, I don't remember a particular game; all I remember was never winning. Despite never having a winning season, the love for the Saints remained strong and real. I knew it was love, because even though that weekend was going to end up as a lost, one still had to see it. 

Like an ugly car wreck, it's terrible but you just can't look away. Another thing I remember was not too long ago, a commentator made the comment, when the Saints had their first winning season, that it had been 25 years and the Saints were just getting their winning act together. 

Keep in mind that other teams had fallen from the top and been raised two times over, before the Saints got to the point of a spectacular winning season. So be as it may, with hell freezing over and having a short day in hell as suppose to a long one, because of this winning season. 

Our boys finally made it to the playoffs, almost making it to the Super Bowl only to be stopped by the Chicago Bears—a team that fell but rose back to the top. 

Now, we're back making changes to the team to make it better. We can not only get back to the playoffs, but go all the way to the Super Bowl. I don't understand why they made some of the changes—cutting FB Mike Karney and not the defensive back that I refuse to mention in my article (Jason David). 

This decision escapes me; my best friend's theory was that Karney was there to help McAlister in the back field. That theory seemed sound, but if Karney was good enough for Deuce, couldn't he be good enough for the rest of the backs. 

Like Pierre Thomas, Reggie Bush, and if nothing else, a back coming in on 4th-and-1 on the goal line with no time left and the passing game is not there.

Give it to the Mack Truck (Karney). 

And last but definitely not lease, this issue with Thomas getting the starting position in the back field or getting LaDainian Tomlinson. Again, this is something I just don't understand. Pierre has done his part; he has not only become part of the team, he is a Saint in every way. 

Pierre has stated in an article, "He's glad that San Diego block the trade of Tomlinson."  A trade which would probably cut him from the Saints' roster. This only stands to provide that he wants to give the Saints all he has and then some.

He learned from the best Saint there was in Deuce McAlister in hopes of getting that call to take Deuce's spot when the time comes. 

Pierre paid his dues, like the steel-mill worker who worked his way from the bottom to top position. That's what paying dues is all about. Or the Saints can make a mistake like they've done in the past. 

Trade a player with Thomas' caliber to another team, and then, he becomes a Reggie Bush-threat in the back field. Or to make matters worse, he becomes a LaDainian Tomlinson in the back field when his team plays against the Saints. 

Give Thomas the starting position, it belongs to him; he worked hard for it.  Oh and remember, there is a first time for anything with the other team or players on that team. 

For example, the first 500 yard passing game or the first 350 yard rushing game, the Saints will let them have it. 

Well, that's all for now, this is Ed Washington coming at'cha with, "It's all about the love for the Saints."

Sorry if I bored you, but this was a challenge from my best friend, Peter Broussard, so blame him.