On “Fanhood”

14 Jun

Took this off a blog complaining about "Real Saints Fans." Seemed appropriate. It's copyright Michael Hebert anyway, so he stole it too. Asshole.


…whatever the hell that means, anyway.

Here’s the thing: I got in a bit of a twitter debate with @ReidG75 of SaintsWin this morning. And damn it, I love twitter, but sometimes 140 characters isn’t enough, and I hate being that serial-twitterer guy that fills up your timeline with long-winded arguments.

So I decided to take my long-winded argument here, and present it in long form. Because, apparently, I’ve unintentionally misled some folks as to my feelings about Drew Brees right now.

(Disclaimer: basically none of this is directed at Reid.)

I am not mad with Drew Brees, or his negotiating tactics, or his holdout. I’m not surprised by it – I was the guy getting feces slung at him back in February for the mere suggestion that perhaps the franchise tag would be necessary. See, folks, Drew Brees is human. No matter how many tongue-in-cheek posts someone writes about the deification of an athlete, he’s still a person, it’s still a business to him, and he still has a responsibility to his family and even his peers to maximize his earnings.

Anyone who is “disappointed” by recent developments, or is legitimately “turning” on Drew Brees didn’t really understand that in the first place. Yeah, he’s a good guy, at least publicly – he donates money and helps rebuild things and provides you with mediocre sandwiches conveniently produced right in your favorite neighborhood. But this delusion that persisted for the last two years that Drew Brees was a “team player” who would take a pay cut to win a championship, accept less money than Manning, because he loves New Orleans and wants to stay there and embraces the people and he loves us so much?! Well, it was a silly fantasy. He’s a football player looking to make a lot of money.

So if you built him up to be something he’s not, and now you’re disappointed, you have only one person to blame, yourself. Stop it, step back for a moment, and realize that it’s unfair to hold someone to a standard like that.

Now, in all fairness, he has contributed to building that ridiculous image, but what athlete wouldn’t, given the chance? He fell into a situation that allowed for immediate deification, and I dare you to tell me you wouldn’t have embraced it as much as Brees has.

I say all that to say this:

Brees may not owe us anything, but I don’t owe him anything either. He is, quite literally, a function of what he does for my team. That goes for all players. When he becomes useless to the Fleur-de-Lis, he is no longer my concern. Sounds harsh, I know. But if you look deep down inside, you’ll realize it’s true of you also. How did you feel about Curtis Lofton in 2011? How do you feel about him in 2012? Well, then, we have a bit of agreement, don’t we? My fanhood is tied to the uniform, not the player.

See, every player is ultimately replaceable. Someone else will wear that number one day. Someone else will play that position. And I’ll root for the replacement just as hard as I did for the legend. Because, remember, I’m not a Curtis Lofton fan, or a Drew Brees fan, I’m a Saints fan.

So, yes, I’ll make fun of Drew Brees if I so choose (and if he provides me the easy material). I’m damn sure going to rag the hell out of him for that incessantly douchey twitter account he uses to shill fake lemonade and baloney sandwiches. I might even agree with other bloggers who opine that he’s had a fair enough offer and it’s all greed now. Actually, I do. Because businessmen doing what they’re expected to do sometimes means said businessmen are greedy dicks.

If you’re offended by that statement, and think that’s disparaging to Brees, or are surprised a Saints fan would say that, I would argue that those feelings aren’t a response to mine – they’re indicitave of a fantasy version of your favorite quarterback that didn’t exist in the first place.  Is he being greedy? Absolutely. Is he “wrong” to be greedy? I’m not so sure about that.

Now, when he signs (not if), I’ll be standing in the aisle between 641 and 642 as I have done for the last six years, screaming my guts out when he runs on the field, and refusing to sit down for the next three hours. That is unquestionable. Because then, he’ll be a Saint again, and I’ll love him just as I did before. As long as he puts on the correct helmet and shows up every Sunday.

Because I’m a Saints fan, see? So if you read something I write and you think to yourself, “man, he’s not as much of a fan as I thought, because he complained about a player…fans should always support all players, no matter what,” why don’t you do us all a favor and fuck off? 

Who Dat.


(Edit for lagniappe: That picture of some Saints fans taken by Michael Hebert popped up in a google search and was tied to this page, a blog from 2010.  It’s a fun read.  He’s completely wrong, but I respect the “fuck you all” attitude with which this guy carried himself. )

(One more update: If you’re just now reading this, check out Who Dat Social Club’s response to that douchebag. Fantastic.)

3 Responses to “On “Fanhood””

  1. Himself June 15, 2012 at 6:09 pm #

    Where y’at? Figured it was about time I returned the favor and paid a visit to your place. Not bad here. You got a jukebox?

    • The Angry Who Dat June 15, 2012 at 6:34 pm #

      Had one, but everyone complained about the loud, angry music. We have lots of alcohol, though…if you show up early enough. Food, too. Big fucking pile of crow is reserved for Jeff Duncan. We’re celebrating the downfall of the commish. Come on in.

      • Himself June 15, 2012 at 6:52 pm #

        Thanks. There’s a sewing circle at my place. Sometimes I just have to get away.

        You actually think this is the beginning of the end for Goodell? I can see that happening only under two circumstances: either he winds up costing the owners more than he’s made for them under the CBA and the tv contracts (remote), or his boneheaded, hamfisted, and lardbutted incompetence in the actual day-to-day administration of the league invites government scrutiny–or worse, regulation.

        I have never in my life pulled so hard for federal intervention. I feel so dirty.

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