Betrayal

As many of you know, I’ve been a New Orleans Saints fan since about 1985. I became a Saints fan when I lived in Texas and everyone was a Dallas Cowboy fan. One day I heard that Dallas was “America’s Team,” and I thought, “I hate the Cowboys.” So, I chose the most remote team I could think of, and the one team that NOBODY else was cheering for. The Saints. Even die hard Cowboy fans were concerned about my choice. “You know Danny, we realize you are not a Cowboy fan but do you really think this Saint thing is a good idea?” I went for it.


The Saints were horrible, and I mean horrible. I learned to embrace the little victory. A game with less than five turnovers. A loss by less than thirty points. A home game with more than 500 people in the stands.

My dad was a Cowboy fan and the Cowboys would put a beatdown on the Saints every single time. And let me explain a Cowboy game being viewed in Texas. People drag out their helmets, blankets, shirts, pants, hats, foam fingers, mugs, plates and anything else with the Cowboy logo. It sucked.

And then one day it all changed. Christmas day. Saints/Cowboys and the entire house is filled with rabid Cowboy fans talking trash and telling me what a loser I am. I was putting up a good front but inside figured the Saints would roll over and die like a whimpering dog in the dirt. And then they didn’t.

What happened next I coined “The Christmas Day Massacre.” The Saints pounded the Cowboys and I became the biggest A-hole in the history of A-holes. I took trash talking to a new level and could see several party goers wondering how much hard time they would have to do if my body was found at the bottom of the lake. YEARS later I was still talking trash, to the point my father lost heart for football in general.

Recently I was thinking I would change teams. Several friends were like “What?” “You can’t do that.”

The fact is I’m not really that serious about sports. I like it but haven’t watched a full game in years. So changing teams is no big deal.

I found these pictures, the first made in 1973 and the second in 1976, and these show this will not by the first time I’ve changed teams. The first one was made in Indiana and probably shows the influence of my dad who was a Packer fan at the time. The second is a photo of my brother and I, and 45 years later he is still a Bears fan.

I tend to pick teams that are on the down and out. Maybe I’ll go Cleveland.

9 Responses to “Betrayal”

  1. Martha says:

    So the silent Nick has good taste.

  2. Football. Is that the game with the oval ball?

  3. Chris Fuller says:

    My son once asked me what my favorite football team was. I replied, “The Raiders.” He then asked me what my second favorite team was. I replied, “When you are a Raiders fan, there are no other teams.”

    If you were born in the Bast Area of California and grew up in the 1970s (like I did), the Raiders were in your DNA. Like you, I do not watch that much football anymore. But the Raiders are still in my DNA.

    That son who asked me the question is a Broncos fan. I do not know how he came from my genes.

  4. Dave Leer says:

    You shoulda stuck with the Packers.

  5. Harold says:

    I always tell people I wasn’t born with the sports gene…. but now that my son is a senior and wide receiver for his high school team…. Well I probably made a fool of myself last Friday night; yep they won 46-12.

    For a long time I lived with the old Andy Griffith line… “well I finally figured out the object of this here game is to get that pumpkin from one end of that pasture to the other without either gettin kicked, knocked down or steppin in somthin.”

    Yeah… I usually go with the underdog; that’s just in my DNA.

  6. Sean says:

    New Orleans who? Dallas what?

    “So changing teams is no big deal.”

    In England you can change your wife but you can’t change your footy (soccer) team. Fact.

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