Jim Mora’s post-game press conference on October 25th, 1987 (Photo courtesy of Barry Hirstius’ Private Collection)
Boo-HooDat™, so the Saints lost a big one Sunday. I’ve got a newsflash for you: It’s not the first time, and it damn sure won’t be the last. If you can’t handle that you just might belong in another jersey. I’ve learned over the years that there are only two ways to handle a shocking loss: Gracefully, or you can embrace the lynch mob mentality..
Being a Saints fan hasn’t ever been easy, and don’t expect it to. The secret to coping when things go South on you is not getting a bug up your butt if the Hoover Vacuum Cleaner Company threatens to take Tom Benson to federal court for trademark infringement – just take a chill pill and wash it down with another Dixie beer, or the closest thing you can find to one.
Sometimes I even wait 24 hours before writing after a terrible loss; it helps keep me from looking foolish the next day. If I feel compelled to be honest I just follow Bobby Hebert’s lead: Do it, get it over with, and be done with it.
- I’ve never seen the Saints play a worse game.
- They broke my heart.
And then, there’s this…
- And next Monday night, I’m going to put on my jersey and start over.
You see now? That wasn’t really so hard, n’est pas?