saints-redskins game

Happy World AIDS Day, everybody! I bet restaurants everywhere are totally booked solid.
Went to my third (if memory serves) professional football game yesterday: the New Orleans Saints, a force for good in the universe, versus the Washington Redskins, a race-baiting conglomeration of hatred and evil. (Aren’t the clear black-white lines of sport ethics wonderful? No silly shades of gray.) Fellow Pewtron Noel and I managed to scalp front-row seats (!) for $35 each — quite a deal. It proved even more of a deal when the Saints pulled out a 24-20 win.
I’ve got to admit, though, I was a bit disappointed in the ‘Skins fans. I mean, I was the only Saints fan around. Whenever anything pro-Saint happened, I was yellin’ and hootin’ and hollerin’ — the sort of vigorous fandom that is de rigeur in a home stadium but potentially risky on the road. I fully expected a few catcalls, or perhaps some popcorn thrown my way.
I got nothing! Even when Boo Williams caught his 15-yard touchdown in the fourth quarter — ripping away a seemingly secure Redskins win — there was no reaction to my pro-Boo yelps. I expected better.
By the way, I was back in Dallas yesterday — if only for an hour, in Terminal E at DFW. Sorry I didn’t call. I’ll be back to Dallas for good (or at least a few days) in two weeks.