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I haven't been online much today. Certainly not long enough to have read much in this thread, though I can guess how it is going. It would be worse if I said too much. So I will simply steal from Kipling and take poetic license with the times of last stanza...theebs;3153128 said:Any chance we could just do that. Any chance the "fans" of this team could just forget about the firings and who the new coach is for 3 weeks.
Can we just believe and go forward, Just stay in the teams corner and root for the team to do well?
any chance? Can we just believe. We have some good players too.
We have been given about as little respect as possible this week.
They are talking about resting starters in the second half, taking a knee late like last time.....bla bla bla. I dont think I have ever seen a fanbase/media/team be as arrogant as the saints are this week.
We basically are going there to be beat by 50 if you listen to all the talk.
All the national media...(good), Local Media (Double Good) and fans of every other team are laughing at Dallas and have given them no chance the rest of the way.....Its ridiculous.
so any chance the "fans" of this team could just stand up and believe in our team for once.
I made this back in 07, it was the ending of my 07 in review video.....Some of the players are different, but the message is the same.....
Just believe in the stinking team already.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving hour
With sixty minutes' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
Good luck theebs and thank you for remembering why some of us love the team. I am going camping because I need a break from hysteria. Adieu.