Weeks 29 and 30: It's a...

Dear Baby A,

At this time we do not know if you are a boy or a girl.  But there is one thing we are certain of - you are a Saints fan!  Baby A, you and I spent weeks 28 and 29 gearing up for Mommy and Daddy's final trip of our life pre-you.  I am sure that between the brat on a pretzel roll, the cheese curds, and the weiner schnitzel Mommy ate and the unusually cool summer air, you figured out that somewhere along the way we weren't in New Orleans anymore.  No, Baby A, we were in Packers country. 

You got to be a part of what most sports fans would consider the ultimate in professional sports experiences - gameday at Lambeau Field.  While I know you were there and a part of it, I wish you could have seen it.  It was truly something magical.  We were greeted by some of the friendliest away fans we've ever met.  They are a prideful bunch, but considering their team's histry, who wouldn't be.  There is an aura that surrounds the grounds of this hallowed venue that is unmistakable and likely unmatched anywhere.  The only thing that could have possibly made this experience even better would have been a different outcome to the game.  As you probably know from the cursing you might have heard from a lady that sounds a lot like Mommy, ok it was Mommy, we lost the game.  We certainly did make it interesting until the very last minute though!

Baby A, I have to tell you that the life of a Saints fan is not always easy, and when it's good, it's has a way of taking over your whole week.  But for all of the anxiety we expend on this team, I can tell you being a Saints fan is the greatest thing in the world.  I cannot wait for you to create memories like I have of Sundays spent watching the games with my dad.  We would watch together as he would explain to me fourth down conversions and holding calls and all of the other assorted rules of NFL football.  And we would share in the joy, and more often than not, in the pain of being Saints fans.  And when we won the Superbowl, the fist call I made was to him.  He taught me how to love this game, and all I wanted was for him to get to see us win the big one! 

That's what's so wonderful about sports.  Sure, it's just a game.  But we here in New Orleans know more than anyone, that sports has a way of transcending the action on the field.  Sports weaves its way into our lives and becomes a part of our timeline.  Lucky for you, your sports timeline begins with a trip to Lambeau Field.  I truly can't wait for you to become the next member of the Who Dat Nation!

With lots of love,

Mommy and Daddy