Drink it up America
To all the Saints’ fans I say drink it up. Drink up the moment. Drink up the pure joy that is winning the Super Bowl. Literally, I tell you to drink it up.
Call in sick tomorrow.
If you are not a Saints’ fan, well I encourage you to drink it up. America is in a down time. Unemployment is ruining families; the economy is ripping the souls out of decent, up-standing individuals.
The New Orleans Saints gave this country a reason to party. Drink it up America.
The heartbeat of America is officially New Orleans, Louisiana. Just mere years ago it was America’s lungs that were struggling to breathe in the air. On life support, many people thought it would never survive. It would never be the same. The spirit is dead.
Saints proved that the spirit will never die.
New Orleans, Louisiana survived on football. The foundation of a city was built on Saints football.
Drink it up America.
In a downturn economy, with many creative minds on the streets due to advertising agencies unable to employ them, the commercials struggled. The extravagant parties were spectacular, but not super. Early indications were people spent less, expected more.
Rarely can you crown a team in America World Champions. Yet, the New Orleans Saints became World Champions in my book. The citizens of Haiti, who are oblivious to how sports can create hope, hopefully can take pride in what the Saints did.
Maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill. Quite possibly I’m over-exaggerating this win. To that I say, drink it up.
Appreciate the moment. Appreciate the pureness of a city’s joy. Allow the excitement of the heartbeat of America to flow through this country’s bloodstream.
My hope is that America, albeit for only a moment, can appreciate the excitement of a win.
The Saints were underdogs and written off by a lot of people. That’s nothing new to New Orleans, Louisiana.