Who Dat. Kicks and Mitch on Super Bowl Sunday

Monday, February 15th, 2010

Ya gotta compromise. So Hartley was suspended for four games at the start of the season for failing the NFL drug test. Only a Saint would be ensnared by such a lackluster program. And the new mayor, elected on Super Bowl Sunday, is the former lieutenant governor and the brother of the US senator and the son of the last – shall it be seen in print? – white mayor. Shades of Huey, Earl and Russell Long. But ya gotta start the real recovery somewhere.

I feel that Hartley’s field goals kept the Saints in the game until they realized that the Colts were never, ever going to take any chances. Indianapolis played as though the game was not on a timer (clock) and kept retreating to prevent the big play until they had no time for many little plays. Then the big play (interception) went against them. Two absolutes of sport: free throws matter at every level of basketball competition; and the moment that you play not to lose is the moment that you begin to lose. Trust yourself to win is my theme for today it seems. Back to the Super Bowl.

Several modest and timely contributions by Hartley, especially at the end of the first half when the Colts stopped the Saints on their own 1 yard line and then played ‘not to lose’ and lost the ball and Hartley booted a lengthy field goal. At one point the score was 17 -16 with the Colts up 2 TDs to 1 and the Saints up 3 field goals to 1. When you’re gambling, don’t be afraid of small earnings.

New Orleans needs Mitch to take some chances, maybe plenty of chances. Because time is running out for that glorious, decadent city (my hometown). The city is sinking, actually, and has sunk 12 feet since I left home in 1970. You can look it up a la Yogi. But it doesn’t have to go out without a fight or a statement or simply sink into oblivion. A couple of field goals, a surprise on-sides kick, take what they give you and then see how they deal with the pressure of the clock.