------ First of all, an apology to the haters, of which even one is too many. I'm sorry you were about as fun at high school house parties as the hosting parents that came home from vacation early...
Petitions? Personal "injury" lawsuits? Requests to replay? All admittedly their own ridiculous brand of petty and childish, but if partying through the pain makes Saints' fans "babies" then pass me a pacifier and an adult diaper so I don't have to worry about breaking the seal anywhere near Bourbon Street. A loud, proud, and apparently misunderstood legion of loyalists that shockingly weren't feeling any less scorned ahead of a championship game their team (now unquestionably) should have been a part of took an otherwise depressing day and turned it into a city-wide celebration. They collectively flipped their middle finger at a game that proved to be even more of an uninteresting sham than they assumed it to be, and - through better and absolute worst - made Super Bowl Sunday all about their Saints. Predictably, Boycott Bowl was really just a black & gold block party with a "fuck the officials" theme, so I fail to see how anyone who wasn't just having traumatizing flashbacks to teenage years that were mostly spent missing out could consider it anything other than a quintessential display of the fickle beast that is fandom.
The Who Dat Nation is probably never going to truly "get over" one of the most grave injustices in NFL history. However, those that kept clamoring for them to do so probably should have taken the cue to shut the fuck up when the visual of thousands of people drinking and dancing away their despair came across their screen. Especially since those same ignoramuses would have taken a great deal of pleasure in mocking the best fanbase in sports had only a mere spattering of supporters taken to the streets with an entirely understandable shared spite for the NFL. That group therapy session was classic NOLA and anyone who thinks the mood during it was anything but jovial could never possibly relate to the uplifting experience of rooting for the Saints. The most pissed off fans on the planet refused to sit on their ass and self loathe, instead decided to resiliently take unconditional pride in being a part of something special, and there are actually people out there that somehow came to the conclusion that that's a bad thing? In scoring approximately one single point for each of their fans in attendance, the Rams proved the entire point of what was more of an undeniably impressive parade than a protest, which is that they never even deserved to be on that field or represented in those stands. New Orleans Saints' fans actually enjoyed a Sunday they spent in full appreciation of their team. Prior to the Patriots winning, that's more than can be said for literally anyone else during what I've been led to believe was a lame excuse for a professional football game, never mind one that ultimately crowned World Champions*.
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