The Saints Went Marching In...(and right back out again)

Jeff has been trying for almost 4 years to explain the game of football to me. I just don't get it. Hockey makes perfect sense to me. I've even grown to enjoy NASCAR (Jeff's other favorite sport). Football just isn't my thing. So, imagine his surprise last weekend when I announced that I WANTED to attend the Saints games here in Baton Rouge! Despite my lack of love for the game, I love New Orleans and knew going to the games would be the right thing to do. Yesterday was Game #1. I went into Tiger Stadium at LSU trying to remind myself of the Saints' motto: "Ya' gotta have faith." It was my mantra for the afternoon. The turnout was incredible! The diehard fans were out in full force and loved it. We had good seats and the weather was nice. I cheered when the Saints took the field. Now, like I said earlier, I don't understand the game. I don't understand why they are only trying to get 10 yards each play. I don't understand why the clock keeps ticking down when nothing is happening on the field. I don't understand the whole "safety" thing; 2 points for tackling the guy in the endzone?? But what puzzled me the most after yesterday's game was why Aaron Brooks kept throwing the ball into the crowds of people on the sidelines rather than to the Saints players ON the field with their hands up in the air waiting to catch the darn thing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Come on! Even I was getting pissed off. I made Jeff stay until the game was oficially over, but most of the crowd dispersed long before the final whistle was blown. It doesn't look like we will be attending any of the three remaining games in town.