The Saints Are Coming

Last night I watched Monday Night Football return to New Orleans. I've always wondered about the importance of sports in the grand scheme of everything else. Its pretty insignificant, yet so many people (including myself) place a large part of life toward it. How do you justify spending so much money to fix the Superdome when there is so much in New Orleans? One of the main messages was that the Superdome was a symbol of return to normalcy, that things will be back to what it was. As well, it apparently holds many many conventions, festivals, and is the economic centerpiece. Not to there is always that emotional attachment to a sports team that I can't explain. But while seeing the Saints beat up the Falcons for 3-4 hours is nice, once you're done, then what?

I think the strongest moment was one of the sideline reporters who had family be directly affected, and she was just able to compose herself. Anyways, MNF was a good spectacle and it was tough to see the announcers balance the line of focusing on the football game and the greater issue of rebuilding the city. Go Reggie Bush!

I've really grown to sports and I am trying to figure out why. I think its because its full of stories that are true. Its full of larger than life characters, of feel good stories, of disappointing tragedy, of suspense, and its all actually happening. Characters who perform on a field of conflict and dominate the other side to succeed. These characters already seem larger than life, can reach iconic status. The best example of this is Muhammad Ali, I think his life is absolutely incredible. From there on, I guess it grew.

"I am the Greatest!"