“This is for the people of New Orleans and Katrina!”
-- LSU Tigers forward Glen Davis, after beating Texas, and reaching the Final Four.
Davis’ sentiment is truly heartwarming, and the storyline of LSU winning one for its waterlogged state is sure to be a well played in the next week.
(The Bish is probably having a hard time right now, deciding whether to be the 203rd writer to tackle this obvious angle, or going with his fresh ‘UCLA is good, but let’s not compare them to a John Wooden-coached team yet’ take.)
But let’s not kid ourselves. From a sporting angle, the best thing that happened to New Orleans residents played out over a week ago.
When their crappy QB, Aaron Brooks, left town.
And became a Raider.
That’s right, there was actually a team stupid enough to pay $8 million to have Brooks lead their team to somewhere just below mediocrity over the next two years. Of course, that team had to be the Raiders.
Even the Raiders can’t put a good spin on this signing. Brooks “provides us with a veteran presence,” Coach Art Shell said. That’s about as big an endorsement as you’ll see.
Those weren’t Mardi Gras parades you saw on TV the other week in New Orleans, they were actually parades celebrating their team actually having a decent chance at winning now, with Brooks gone. Between Brook’s poor decision-making skills, and what we will politely call Coach Shell’s clock management “issues,” it should be a great year next year. For Haters.
New Orleans, Aaron Brooks is gone. There is hope for your city, after all.