Welcome to the NSD
So it happened. It’s been over a week and I think we’re all getting used to the fact. It’s surreal and so real at the same time. I was in New Orleans. Me and all my new best friends in the House of Blues went on a emotional journey together while watching the team finish an athletic one. When everyone got there things were normal. We were all jockeying for position to the TV, trying to get drinks and food, and concerned only with the group we came with. By halftime that dynamic totally changed. There were no more groups, we were all hugging and high fiving as if we’d come there in one huge caravan. As far as the bar went, everything was on everyone. I bought several drinks, but only one for myself. Food was being handed to me. An old lady bought me a hot dog, and old man picked up the tab on some jambalaya. It was a bonding orgy in the name of the Saints.
It was also a night of realization. By the end of the night, we realized that it was our time. We weren’t going to blow this. In defeating the “mighty” Colts we proved something, something that a lot of us even in our fandom weren’t ready to believe.
The Saints are the best team in the NFL. Period.
It wasn’t about destiny, although it so clearly was. It wasn’t about faith, although we had to have it. At the end of the day, it was about football. Very simply put, no one in the league could put together enough plays to beat us when it mattered. They looked good at times, but we always looked better, no matter whom the opponent was. That’s new. New for us to actually be the best. It’s a new reality, a new dimension of reality. I called it the NSD. The NewSaintsDimension. We’re in it now. Even after the game I found myself somehow waiting for the bullshit. I had nightmares about headlines that said “NFL TO REPLAY SUPERBOWL AFTER LEAGUE SOURCES LOBBY FOR MANNING DO-OVER.” I actually prayed for a safe return to New Orleans for the team, like, for the plane to land in one piece. Living in the OSD (OldSaintsDimension) had done this to me, made it hard to accept the new. Who remembers? Who remembers with me the horror of it? Let’s do it now. One more time. Let’s look back on things, then as Saints fans, collectively vow to never look back again lest we suffer the same fate as lot’s wife. Let’s for one last time compare some aspects of the OSD to the some of the NSD….
-The OSD is Ricky Williams. The NSD is Marques Colston.
This is not to bag on Ricky. He was a good Saint for a while. It’s to say that it could only possibly happen in the OSD that we draft the one 230 pound Negro in America that suffers from Social Anxiety Disorder. In all my 29 years of being Black, I never once knew anyone who had this, especially someone who benches 420 pounds. I didn’t even realize that Black people were social enough to have anxiety about it. I mean, Ricky was scared of people. Ricky did his interviews with his helmet on. My father saw this and said “Something’s wrong with that boy. That ain’t normal.” On top of this, we traded 150 future draft picks, naming rights to the Superdome, and all of Harry Connick Jr’s future recordings to get him here. That has OSD all over it, so does hiring Master P to be his Agent. Now turn to Marques. He’s a seventh round draft pick that your number one corner cannot stop. We traded nothing for him yet all he gives us is joy. Let me take you to the Marques zone. The ball is in the air. A perfect spiral from Drew. A corner from Tennessee, USC, or Texas has a bead on it. He’s going to make Sportcenter. Then, out of nowhere, two Paul Bunyan pancake sized hands rip it from the sky. The pancake hands belong to man from Hofstra, a school that just got rid of football. He just beat you. He said nothing when he did it, but his subconscious screamed at your small stature. He’s Marques Colston. He’s a seventh rounder, and for the rest of the night, he’ll take you to the NSD one catch at a time.
-The OSD is Robert Meachem. The NSD is Robert Meachem.
Admit it, we were all pissed off. At that point, we all wanted a defensive something or rather. I think my exact words were “Why did we draft this nigga.” Not that he wasn’t a good player in college, but that I couldn’t imagine why we’d draft offense in the first round. Then Meachem decided to engrain himself into OSD lore by busting. Injuries happened. Not seeing him on the field happened. 12 catches happened, a first rounder wasted right? Nope, he woke up. Actually, I can’t be sure he woke up. I don’t know what happened. His emergence is kind of like the mystery of Devery’s hands. One day Devery couldn’t catch, the next day he could. Anyway, Meachem became some kind of animal this past year, a Jungle Cat prowling the wilderness of the NSD. He’s oh so useful. Speed, hands, and he’ll force a legendary fumble or two. He emerged. He looks like someone’s future number one. We like him. Robert Meachem, Knight of the NSD.
-The OSD is Aaron Brooks. The NSD is Drew Brees and the lack of Daunte Culpepper
Can I tell how you hard it is to type Brooks’ name? From this point on in the piece he will be known as Wally. We had high hopes for Wally. For a time, it looked like he was the guy. That statement seems ridiculous now. Wally is the only athlete ever that has made me look at a television set and ask “Why are you doing this?” I wanted to know. He was the steward of the OSD. Wally just never understood us. He had the talent, but he had a negative “get it factor.” He was born to be a 2000’s Raider. His essence has now infected Jamarcus Russell. We all know about Brees. I don’t want to start down that path, because I start to scare myself. I love him like a brother and that’s no lie. I’d like to talk about someone else. Daunte Culpepper. By now you all know that he should have been our QB. The scary thing is, we would have been happy to have him. So that means we got lucky. We lucked up into one of the greatest Quarterbacks of all time. Drew has everything that Daunte and Wally don’t have. I’ll actually stop there. I have to maintain my standing in the black community. Any further praise of Caucasian QB greatness, mixed with defaming Negro QB’s could lead to a revolt of my peers. Just know this; the occurrence of the NSD has as much to do with who’s not here as it does with who is. That means you Daunte.
-The OSD is the Bagheads. The NSD is the WHO DAT NATION.
We’re official now. And by us. I mean YOU. Whoever is reading this. You Saints fan you. I like you so much. Doesn’t it feel good to be somebody? Don’t you like it? Breathe it in. Right now everyone wants to be YOU. Right now, they are claiming to like YOUR TEAM. Right now everyone you know was “with us all along”. They knew we’d pull it out. Well we did. We pulled it out just before we shot it on the rest of the NFL. No one gets pregnant but everyone gets wet. That was vulgar. I don’t care. For so long we were the dredges of the league, if you want to be a part of the NSD, you gotta ante up. This bandwagon has a fare. You see this guy?
You want to act like you went through what he did? I gotta feel it. I’ve seen fans rationalize. I live in L.A. and I see Pac-10 football fans root for USC just to have an identity. Saints fans didn’t have that. All we had is what we were and what we are. I actually applaud the bagheads. I love that they existed. I’m the type of guy who likes headaches because of the feeling you get when the pain subsides. No drug can recreate the absence of pain. Pain and strife are there so that you can kill them. ‘That’s what the NSD is all about; being for the first time, pain free fans. No rationalizing. No next year. Nothing but a party. We’ll maintain perspective. We’ll act like we’ve been here before (although we haven’t) but we’ll also remind everyone that four years ago all we had was each other, and really, that’s all we have now.
Who Dat. Welcome to Tomorrow.
Oh, anyone who wants to comment, feel free to chime in about your favorite memories of the OSD.