Far be it from Rocks Off to rain on anyone's Super Bowl parade, but are we the only ones bothered by this massive, conveniently timed outpouring of love and affection for New Orleans? It started right after the Saints beat the Minnesota Vikings in the NFC Championship Game, when admitting you were rooting for the Indianapolis Colts
was tantamount to saying you wanted Russia to whip the U.S. in that 1980 Olympic hockey match, or hell, you had Hurricane Katrina and the points as it battered and bruised our I-10 neighbors to the east.
Everyone from President Barack Obama on down
, it seemed, was cheering for New Orleans not because of any real interest in the football team itself, but "because the city has been through so much." It sure would be interesting to see how many of these late-blooming Saints fans laid down actual money on the black and gold, considering they were universal underdogs right up until opening the second half with that brilliantly executed onside kick. (And make no mistake, the team that played the better game won Sunday.)
Rocks Off will give Houstonians a pass, we guess, because the Saints have been a lot of people around here's NFC club of choice for a long time; i.e. Cowboys suck! But all the rest of you, this sudden love for New Orleans feels more like you're patting yourselves on the back than either the Saints or the city.