I know it's not spelled that way but boy! What if it was? Super Bowl 44 is in the books and yes, this one took on a little more importance to me because it involved my chummy school yard cheer skidoos, the New Orleans Saints. And yes, they won. We celebrated by getting blackout drunk, and I ended up sitting at the bar demanding Danny make me "A Metallica Shot!" "Um, what's in a Metallica shot?" "I DUNNO... JUSS MAKE ME A FUGGIN' METALLICA SHOT!" For the record, the all new and hastily improvised Metallica shot is basically Goldschlagger and Jager. While I didn't vomit, I came violently close. I then went on to have conversations with people I don't remember, but the Saints hath woneth, so what doth it matter?
Something worries me a little though. Could this be an end-0f-days phenomenon? I mean, I'm not the most religious card in the deck, but naming a sports team after an angelic servant of the Deity (or as wikipedia defines it, A person officially recognized, especially by canonization, as being entitled to public veneration and capable of interceding for people on earth) seems like it might be a little sacrilicious. And with the whole 2012 bullshit quickly approaching, could this spell doom for us? I feel vindicated for being such a fan of them for so long, finally seeing them win the ultimate in sports lore. But, was I kind of comforted by seeing them be eternal cellar dwellars? I kind of resonated with them. I mean, I kind of feel like I've been marred as this seeming forever loser of sorts. Now I can't relate. They're champions to my chump.
But for the moment, I will toast them and bask in their glory. For all the years of watching some grainy highlight film from the great past, with some historic runback or reception constantly happening with a hapless Saint chasing after them, finally this franchise gets theirs. Congratulations to the Saints. You guys did it, and its well deserved.
So here it is. Metallica Shots all around, please!
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