What a game. What a season. The funny thing about being a Saints fan is that the disappointment of Saturday’s defeat was quickly followed by a feeling of gratitude for an amazing season of record breaking football and optimism about our team’s chances of playing the Super Bowl in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome about a year from now. I Believe.
Bless You Boys for a thrilling season full of victories and excellence without peer. We finish the season with the best offense in the history of the NFL and, MVP politics aside, the best quarterback in the league. So many players broke so many records, it would take forever to recount them. Even the Twelfth Man set a record for attendance. We have so very much to be thankful for, so many memories to look back on, it hardly seems like the time to sulk.
That said, I’m losing another Sunday tradition. When I lived in Los Angeles, I used to have what I called, “Craft Sundays.” Angela, my friend since high school, would come over and we’d crochet or knit while listening to 70’s rock, funk and pop while sitting on my tree-shaded patio in the hills.
At some point, we started being invited to a friend in Malibu’s house every Sunday. We’d go over and hang out poolside or in the jacuzzi for hours while being served wonderful snacks. Sometimes, we’d walk on the beach but mostly we’d relax, enjoy the day and hang out with whoever stopped by. Maybe a random movie star like Liev Schrieber along with his adorable dog, Chicken, would pop in for a swim. Or maybe a Kennedy. You just never knew and that was part of the fun. Then we’d all eat pizza while we watched a current movie projected on the wall from a booth with an operator. This went on for about 2 years, even after the open house had moved from Malibu to the top of the Hills of Beverly.
After it ended, Angela and I, seeking to keep our Sundays relaxing, doubled-down on Craft Sunday. For awhile, her sister joined us and we added another kind of crafting. We filmed a silly short film, a spoof of the Charlie’s Angels TV show, Larry’s Angels. Along the way, Angela had a baby and little Julia became part of our day. Our friend, Janell, started having children and Craft Sunday became more of a children’ play day. Sometimes we’d make something despite the kids, sometimes we’d make something with the kids, sometimes we’d just laugh while they’d put on lip gloss and I’d videotape it and turn it into a highly edited home movie. Sundays were almost always the best day of my week.
We made a lot of beautiful things over the years, expanding into our fussy little Christmas ornaments at some point. I’ll be honest, Craft Sunday was the one thing I feared losing most when I moved from L.A. to New Orleans.
And then I fell in love with the Saints. Now, Sundays are game days. I dress up in my Who Dat gear and spend the day getting ready for the game, watching the game and talking about the game. I’ve even gotten to attend many games. This year, I only missed a few home games including pre and post-season.
Now, the season is over and our heroes have returned to grateful crowds holding signs at 2 am. Thank goodness Mardi Gras is right around the corner. I’ll find more than enough to fill these Sundays in a town this full of festivals and celebrations, but I’ll miss game day until next season. And then… I Believe!
Who Dat! 2 Dat 2013!
And yes, I made the hat and sweater.