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I know I don't speak for everyone reading this... and to be honest, I know I'm not speaking for most people who read at all... but every fall, I find myself slightly obsessed with the sport of football. It starts around the beginning of September and continues more or less unhindered until early February when Superbowl Sunday appears. And actually, the obsession continues in a slightly diminished form through college signing day and the NFL draft. Seriously, with the exception of recreational softball games on Mondays (followed closely by Monday Night Football), the week of the World Series (unless the Cards are involved, then I'm all in through the postseason), and my favorite holiday, Halloween, there is little else that I allow to interfere with my football. To illustrate, here is a quick run-down of a usual week during the autumn months, starting with Wednesday, for convenience sake:OK... so maybe that's an over-simplification. And maybe I don't really get drunk that much. Maybe. And that doesn't account for my time spent in the intellectual pursuits... reading, writing, composing the odd operetta, drinking wine, attending roller derby bouts, etc. My point is that football is important. But that doesn't mean it is everything. And it should never, in any way, interfere with your ability to treat other people as human beings.
Which brings me (finally!) to the story of my recent trip to Landover, Maryland where I attended this Sunday's game between my New Orleans Saints and the Near-Washington Redskins. Accompanied by two fellow New Orleanians, we set forth for what we hoped would be a spirited but friendly contest between football teams that are not particularly rivals. However, before and after the game, we were met with rudeness and personal attacks that should make good Redskins fans everywhere appalled. I won't go into details, but to curse wantonly at random women for no reason other than the opposing team's jersey on their backs is ridiculous. Not to mention the sheer idiocy of people who decide in their tiny little, beer-soaked minds that Katrina-related insults are classy. Luckily, the crowd around us during the game was hospitable, for the most part. And even though the bitter old woman in front of us shot us dirty looks every time we cheered for the Saints, the couple behind us was more than pleasant, and good-natured ribbing occurred throughout the contest with the louder Skins fans to either side. I can say that most people were just there to have fun, despite the fact that the majority of us were melted into our seats from the 800 degree weather by halftime.
Still, the trip was definitely tainted (not just by the loss), and left me wondering how such crudity and blatant insensitivity had anything to do with the game of football. So, I have come up with a few guidelines that even the most passionate and vocal fans should think about before getting carried away by the spirit of competition and the influence of the spirits. Check these out.
Anyway, that's all I've got this week. But I hope to see you kids out at the bars and stadia of this country, enjoying the games, the company of your fellow man and the comfort of a few cold beverages. And if your team is playing against the Saints... don't expect me to give you a hug, but talk to me afterwards and maybe I'll buy you a drink.
Assuming the Saints win, of course. I'm nothing if not a good sport...
Until next time!
Mark Burlet
Drunken Intellectual


