Knitting behind enemy lines…

Fuck this guy...
Fuck this guy…

Update: Saints win 23-20…Bwahahahaha…!

This is the day I’ve been waiting for…

New Orleans Saints vs. the San Francisco 49ers.

A day that will live in infamy? The times that try men’s souls? How about it was the best of times, it was the worst of times? Fine, I’ll take the latter and in a few hours I’ll be sitting calmly in a bar in San Francisco, rocking slowly in a rocking chair, wearing Saints gear and knitting away the demise of Colin Kaepernick, Gore and Aldon Smith…I will be the personification of Madam Defarge. I will take the abuse, the ridicule, the criticisms of the French Revolution…

Whole lotta criticisms about the French revolution, 200 years or so later? Jesus, talk about Monday morning quarterbacking.

Yeah, but people don’t like the Saints in this town. For weeks now, about a dozen to be exact, I’ve had to listen to that drunk lady at the corner of O’Farrell and Larkin telling me to get out of her city or the people at work telling me how the Saints aren’t for real. Worst of all, I’ve had to hear it from the guys at the corner convenience store. Definitely, the worst. Once I self-identified as a Saints fan, it’s been non-stop crap and I am in that store almost every day. Have to be…in San Francisco’s Tenderloin neighborhood, the corner store is the be all, end all of your day-to-day odds and ends shopping experience. No grocery stores to speak of in these forty square blocks so, you need some soda, some hot dogs, some water or fruit? The convenience store is where you gotta go and manning my particular store are two guys decked out in 49ers gear, every fucking day.

How many times have you had to hear about that damned playoff game?

Every day.

How many times have you had to hear about the Saint’s run defense?

Every day.

How many times have you had to hear about how Drew Brees doesn’t look like the same player, how the Saints couldn’t even beat Alex Smith, how the Saints haven’t faced a defense like the 49ers?

Every fucking day.

I’ve had to listen to this even as the Saints compiled a better record, showed a defense that can actually play and lit it up on offense here and there, certainly a hell of a lot more than the San Francisco 49ers have…like I said, it’s been the best of times, and the worst of times…and I’m ready for it to end.


Knitting away…shit, I’ll even dress like a matronly French woman if it’ll help. This is important…I don’t want to have to finally change stores.

Go Saints!

Have a nice day.


To my Friends in San Francisco…

This is what Drew Brees looks like right before he throws another touchdown pass...

So yeah, I lived in San Francisco for five years and I still have a few friends in that fine city who for some reason still follow the 49ers, and I am guessing that some of them even think that they have a chance against the Saints…uh, sorry…no, not a chance.

So to L.L., M.T., F.T., P.F., B.R., better luck next week…

And on another personal note…to Mr. CW Nevius of the San Francisco Chronicle: six years later and you are still making a name for yourself by being the self-proclaimed voice of “common sense” in San Francisco, speaking for corporations and developers by continuing to attack the homeless? Really? Don’t much care that you finally moved within the city limits…relocating across the Bay doesn’t diminish the entitled conceit held within your melodramatic prose.

Go kick a pit bull instead…the dog might bite a sense of new-found decency into your elitist, moneyed priorities.

Go Saints!

11:00 pm update:

Ok, so maybe a chance, but not quite enough. Nope, not quite enough at all. All the best to Reggie Bush…

Have a good night’s sleep.