Saints Fever and Bloody Ears
As we approach this historic game I cannot help but think of my old friend Ashley Morris, the most devout Saints fan I’ve ever encountered (and as a new Orleans native I’ve encountered quite a few).Â Ashley is no longer with us, but his words are. Thanks to a Facebook post by his lovely widow Hana I found this beautiful piece from way back in december of ’07 called I Wanna See Blood Trickling Out Of Your Ears. He wrote it when he was away on business in the middle east, and the words still ring true today.
I may not be the loudest member of section 635, but I’m up there. I’m probably the most psychotic. I scream so loud and so much that people are constantly turning around to look, to see if that Clint Eastwood vein on my temple will explode this time.
I could see that. Ashley is one of the few people who could consistently match me in sheer volume, and I am loud. Take you cue from the man who has become the patron saint of New Orleans bloggers, the man with the most exuberance for life and for the Saints of anyone I’ve known.
I won’t be there. You have to scream for me.
He’s not here, and he would have been having a feast and a party tonight after the game if he were. Tonight we have to scream for Ashley.
With that in mind allow me to help you get into the right frame of mind. Dee-1 and Shamarr Allen have recorded this kick ass new rallying call for the Saints: Bring Em to the Dome. Check it out while you lubricate your vocal cords for tonight’s scream fest.
C’mon people. I loathe football and even I am sitting here in my Ashley Morris Jersey waiting to see if history is made. Per my bet with Ashley years ago if the Saints go to the Superbowl I will not only willing watch the game (my first willing football game) but I will do so in a Saints cheerleaders outfit. And yes, it will be blogged.
-Loki, HumidCity Founder