losing

the saints lost and i cried. because it feels terrible to lose. i never even cared about football or new orleans until last year. the problem is that once i care about something it is hard to walk away, i want to do well. i now know the city and the players; i bought napkins and i wear jerseys; i learned to understand plays and rules. i sit on couches every game: at thanksgiving when my mom was in town, in st. louis holding one of my nephews, at the saints bar in san francisco where they make really good bloody marys. and now we lost and it feels bad. see all y’all at mardi gras.