The Saints Locker Room Celebration, Complete With "Dreams And Nightmares" Blaring And Players Wearing Ski Masks, Seems Like A Good Time
That right there is why Sean Payton gets the “genius” label only a few NFL coaches can attain. While the entire NFL world was tipping their caps to the Saints for trading a third round pick to acquire a backup quarterback and potential QB of the future in Teddy Bridgewater, Payton was looking at the big picture. He knew that every Super Bowl champion has some quirky celebration dance after big wins going all the way back to Vince Lombardi’s Packers dancing in their tight whities to “Polka, Polka, Polka”, a tune that would really capture the public’s imagination when it was covered years later by The Kenosha Kickers. Payton saw Teddy Bridgewater as just not a Plan B for his team if Drew Brees went down, but also as someone that would bring the fucking fire to the locker room after every win as Choppa Style played on the speakers. Now the Saints are one game away from every Falcons fans nightmare, the Who Dats playing for a championship on the Dirty Birds homefield. And based on everything we have learned about Atlanta sports over the last few decades, the Saints moneyline isn’t looking like a bad bet next week.
Also the Saints breaking out the official song of the Eagles Super Bowl run while wearing ski masks before the corpse of the Philly’s season was even cold was like using a wrestler’s own finishing move against himself. Straight up heartless.
But seriously, thank you to every person in the Saints organization for taking down Nick Foles and the Eagles. If Foles went into New Orleans wielding his black magic and pulled out another victory in a city famous for its voodoo, I would have had no choice but to bend the knee and consider him an unbeatable monster. Instead they came up just short with Foles against a team they got blown out by earlier in the season with Carson Wentz, likely leading to countless debates, second-guesses and troll tweets by Portnoy until Wentz wins a ring himself. Smitty knows what I’m talking about.
And for that, I’ll be forever grateful to the Saints.
