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October 25th, 2009
07:22 AM ET

Dear President Obama #279: When the Saints go marching...

Reporter's Note: President Obama likes basketball. Me, not so much. Seems like way too much “two points here, two points there” and what is it that makes so many multi-million dollar athletes incapable of sinking a free throw? Football on the other hand, I like; and never more than when the Saints come marching in.

Tom Foreman | BIO
AC360° Correspondent

Dear Mr. President,

I know that I usually write about politics, because after all you are the president and it sort of makes sense. But this is Sunday, and I really want to talk about football. Yes, I know, it’s a terribly “guy” thing, but there you have it.

I used to joke that the best part of being a Saints fan was that all the other fans in the country felt sorry for you, so you could get free wings wherever you went. We endured in the long dark years (which we now refer to as…uh…well, the long dark years…) defeats of such epic proportions, most other football followers could only shake their heads in disbelief. I personally saw seemingly insurmountable leads crumble like sand castles in the closing seconds, not minutes, but seconds of some games. I watched our quarterbacks, at critical moments, throw interceptions that virtually defied the laws of physics. I witnessed holes open in our defense when we could least afford them, as vast and mysterious as the Bermuda triangle. If Job had faced even a few of our seasons, perhaps even his faith would have finally cracked.

And yet, like any true Saints fan, I could never bring myself to turn away from them. Like so many of my siblings in the Brotherhood of the Superdome, I endured the excruciating difficulties, remained patient, and somehow always thought that things would get better. And this year, I must say it sure looks promising.

I know full well that the great Choke-a-Gator may be lurking in the bayou. It would be completely in keeping with past experience for my beloved team to fold like a t-shirt just out of the dryer, and perhaps even today take one of those defeats that will be featured on ESPN for decades as if it were the Hindenburg disaster. But I sure hope not.

I know it’s just a game, and no matter what comes, the sun will rise tomorrow. But my faith in the Saints has helped build my faith in other things too; it has taught me to take each defeat with a grain of salt, and each victory the same way, and keep striving for greatness no matter what gets in the way. And there really is something Saintly about faith that can make you feel like that, especially in tough times like these.

Call if you wish, but if the game is underway just come on over. I’ll have wings. And this year, we Saints fans are buying.

Regards,

Tom

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soundoff (5 Responses)
  1. meenas17

    A rare reference to sports, which enunciates the merit of hard work.A remarkable post indeed!

    October 26, 2009 at 10:35 am |
  2. Lori

    Best wishes for a happy ending.

    October 26, 2009 at 1:27 am |
  3. kimbly

    Geaux Saints!

    October 25, 2009 at 12:13 pm |
  4. Adelaide

    It is nice to set politics aside every now & then.
    As a Montreal "Canadiens" fan, I can truly understand how the Saints fans are feeling right now. Best of luck to your team!

    October 25, 2009 at 11:50 am |
  5. Tammy, Houma, LA

    As a lifelong fan since the team's inception who proudly stood by our boys when those fair-weathered spectators were wearing bags on their heads, let me say it's our time. We've invested 42 years of love, prayer, nail biting, gris-gris, and emotional swings worthy of a lifelong script for Abilify. We've watched our Manning boys go off and win the big ones for NY and Indianapolis. Ever faithful, as a member of the sisterhood before the Dome existed, this one is ours.

    October 25, 2009 at 11:10 am |

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