I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the New Orleans Saints are having a pretty good football season. They were undefeated, 13-0, going into tonight’s game versus the Dallas Cowboys. One of the very first things I learned as a child was to hate the Cowboys. As far my recall goes, my learning went like this: Yankees suck, never cross a picket line, hate the Dallas Cowboys. So yeah, I was rooting for the Saints.I took Rhoda out tonight, for the first time in awhile, and rode down to the Treme for veggie chili and football. Once I got to the CBD I was in tailgate central. There were huge TVs everywhere, BBQs, and drunk folks dancing and screaming about the Saints. I stopped to snap a picture, but was interrupted by a drunken fan who wanted to be in the picture. Then there was the trouble of trying to get a shot that wasn’t blurry with fans rush to the Superdome. This photo was the best I could do. Everybody’s dancing, except for #23 there, who is headed somewhere important, I’m guessing somewhere where thong underwear is involved. Whatever. People were in the good mood you’d expect of fans getting ready to root on the perfect-season Saints. But we lost. To the Cowboys. They pay their cheerleaders, you know. The Saintsations dance for charity, man. The Saints should have one. But we collectively seem to have decided that we needed to get this loss under our belts. Onward and upward, we say. What matters is the big one, not this one. But man, I wish we’d won that game. I’ll be outside the next one, though, on bike. Go Saints!