Sometimes I think that I'm a heartless sports fan that has a dystopian view of professional athletes as only players as opposed to people. Luckily, it's pretty easy to log on to Twitter, read through the hateful criticisms from entirely anonymous jackasses threatening lives they could not possibly understand due to the result of a game they have no real involvement in, and come to the conclusion that - as many names as I have cursed - my fandom is still pretty grounded in comparison to those that trash houses, burn belongings, and threaten homicide. On a day like yesterday, every Saints' fan was looking for a reason to feel better about themselves, and I found mine when I couldn't help but summon what little soul I had left in smiling at the overwhelming amount of support Marcus Williams received from the kind of fans that don't mind putting a face and a name to their thoughts and opinions. Remaining relatively classy in defeat is admittedly the least fulfilling of moral victories, but believing in this young, talented, and close-knit team's ability to accomplish bigger and better things in the future means believing in their promising rookie safety's ability to overcome the most dispiriting of disasters. What giving Marcus Williams a hero's welcome upon his return home lacks in logic, it makes up for in sentiment, so I don't mind being a bit sappy after an overachieving season that no member of the Who Dat Nation could have objectively predicted - regardless of how it ended. The real ones got your back 4-3...
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