Mr. Commissioner, don't take away Who Dats from the Saints
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Dear NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell,
We, the Who Dat Nation, fear for you.
We are informed that you seem to regard "Who Dat," our beloved cheer of the past quarter-century, to be trademarked property of the National Football League. Your henchmen say our comrades who sell us T-shirts, beer huggers and brassieres with this phrase should give some of those doubloons to you.
To which we can only reply: Have you lost your andouille?
First, the facts: "Who Dat" has been a Southern football chant ("Who dat say they gonna beat dem (your school name)? Who dat! Who dat!") since the early 1970s. The Saints have used it since at least 1983.
Second, the voodoo: Have you not seen the signs and wonders this season? Do you not understand the evil with which you are now aligned?
We, the Who Dats, have wandered in the pro football wilderness lo these 43 years, since the slightly inebriated moment of our founding. Our beloved but bumbling team has been so bad we have dubbed them the Aints. We have worn bags over our heads to games.
But this year! The signs of miracles are everywhere! The vengeance upon those who vex us is frightening!
Ask Shaun Suisham. The Redskins kicker attempted a gimme field goal at FedEx Field to kill our Black and Gold dreams in the waning seconds. He missed. We scored in 40 seconds. We're going to the Super Bowl. He got traded.
And surely you saw the gruesome fate that befell Brett Favre.
A child of southern Mississippi, a lifelong Saints fan. And yet he brought his Minnesota Vikings to the Superdome, betrayed his heritage and tried to drive a dagger through the heart of the Big Easy in the final 30 seconds of the NFC championship game!
With the game within easy reach . . . he somehow threw an interception. He lost. We won. We're going to the Super Bowl. His career may be over.