Nobody Has Ever Told Us That We Couldn't Root For The Saints

We weren't aware, but apparently there exists a country club that only extends membership to fans of Historically Good professional football teams.  In it, monacled Steelers and Cowboys fans clink chardonnay glasses as supporters of the Seahawks and the Panthers serve them hors d'oeuvres.  Cheeseheads and Bears fans shoot a quick 18 holes as Chargers and Buffalo fans hand them drivers.  When a Giants fan finishes their backstroke laps, a Ram diehard is there to hand them a towel.  Bigotry is accepted within this country club, as long as your team is old, and at one point won a few Super Bowls.  When a Historically Good team wins the Super Bowl, it is the rightful return to form of a storied franchise that re-affirms established hierarchies in the National Football League.  When one of those flash in a pan teams with a crappy logo prevails, it is an aberration that hopefully won't repeat itself.  These teams were never included so to actually win, but merely to serve as deserving losers, destined for a weekend at Six Flags rather than Disney Land.  To those fans of Historically Good franchises who consider themselves members of this exclusive country club, we speak on behalf of all Saints fans in making these statements:

1.  The "Who Dat" chant will remain the signature chant of the Saints.  Like any song lyric, onomatopoeia, or exultation, a team chant will look asinine in message board or tweeted form.  However, the "Who Dat" chant is really one of the best in professional sports.  The J-E-T-S chant may be impressive for a typical concourse D meathead (as it demonstrates ability to spell and formulate basic words), but unfortunately it has the rhythmic creativity of a pendulum.  Giants fans do not have a signature chant, preferring instead to check their Blackberries between plays.
   
2. The bragging will continue (see title).  When a team has won less playoff games than other teams have rings, the fanbase can deservedly celebrate louder.  Watching the Patriots beatdown Monday at Bar None, the only person that gave the token "guy in a Brahy-dy jersey" any shit was the token "Yankee behatted douche" who yelled "AY-teen and WAH-onne" on loop.  You can trust us that bragging about the Saints will always be about Saints excellence, and not about being better than the Eagles.
3. You don't have to worry about Saints fans buying too many Shockey jerseys.  While we can see him striking a chord within certain circles, the Saints actually have many players that are better than Jeremy Shockey and most fans will prefer to buy their jerseys.  It is normal to experience adequacy issues whenever an ex-girlfriend or former star-turned-clubhouse-cancer goes on to flourish elsewhere.  Rest assured, time ages all, and your desire for Jeremy Shockey schadenfreude will be fulfilled someday.  Just not any time soon.
4. We will not attempt to "hype up" the "Katrina factor" more.  Exploiting tragedy may help one get elected, but doesn't really help win football games.  Most Saints fans would prefer to "hype up" the "Katrina factor" in order to secure a passable levee system, a school system that doesn't simply cherry pick the students it deems worth educating, and an affordable rental market, but hey, that's just us. 
5. Saints fans will never have to remind anyone of the franchise's history to gain sympathy, because Bob Costas and everyone else from the country club will do that for us.
6. Saints fans are always gracious in defeat ... who do you take us for, Giants fans?  We are perfectly cognizant of the fact that the moment we lose to a team with membership at the country club of the Historically Good we will be told how the Saints "were never for real" and lack "winning culture".  Many times.  In loud, regional accents.  In ALL CAPS.  So until that inevitability, we will ride the run to its peak.  No Saints fan has ever feared a hangover, because we all know that the cure is a Superdome Bloody Mary.