To all you bandwagon-jumping, Johnny-come-lately Saints fans:
Now do you understand?
This is what it felt like to be a Saints fan for the first 42 years. This is normality to us, simply the way the world works. It's like high humidity, crime, floods, great food, and a party in the next block: it's part of what makes New Orleans what it is.
Apparently, a lot of long-time fans have forgotten that. Winning a Super Bowl didn't give us a hangover so much as a sense of entitlement and selective amnesia. How could we forget that every exception eventually gives way to the established pattern? And the established pattern in New Orleans is: tease them, tempt them, then cold-cock them and rob them blind.
I hope y'all didn't spend too much on those customized jerseys.