Banish all memories of John Georges' "pet the dog" ad from your mind. Forget James Perry's "are you s**tting me?" commercial. This is the most memorable TV ad of the 2010 race so far, aimed straight at the heart (and spleen) of New Orleans' Morgus-loving public. Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dwight McKenna for coroner:
* hat tip Library Chronicles
From the Failing Up Dept.: Seems that Michael "Brownie" Brown has been given his own three-hour evening talk show on KOA radio in Denver, which seems to be the Mile-High City's version of WWL-AM minus some of the Hebert-Deke-DelGiornoisms.
But why Brownie? Let's ask Clear Channel honcho Kris Olinger:
Regarding the notoriety Brown earned from his Katrina actions, Olinger says, "I think it's a definite positive. He has great insight into what happened in New Orleans and how government works. He takes responsibility where he needs to, but he's also pretty candid about other things that went wrong. I think people get the inside story from him."
And here's Brownie showing how he takes responsibility later in the same story:
"People get beaten up and thrown under the bus all the time," he notes. "You've got the choice of letting the bus run over you three times, and wallowing in that, or getting up and moving. And my choice was to get up and keep moving."
If your radio doesn't pick up signals from Denver, you'll have to wait until June, when Brownie's book Deadly Indifference: Hurricane Katrina, 9/11, Disease Pandemics and the Failed Politics of Disasters hits bookshelves. And if you're shaking your head that Michael "FEMA" Brown would actually have the temerity or boneheadedness to write a Katrina book called Deadly Indifference, you don't know Brownie.
Now that the Saints are in the Super Bowl, Who Dats everywhere have to get ready for a seismic shift in the national perception of their team. They are no longer burdened by being one of the few franchises to never make it to the big game and they no longer must think of themselves as perennial losers. Oh, and all that wacky, local fandom that, over the all the years of losing has created some of the most memorable and inspiring fan-created Saints iconography? Yea, the NFL wants that dead.
WWL is reporting that the NFL has sent cease-and-desist orders to a slew of local merchants selling merchandise with the words "Who Dat" or a black and gold fleur de lis. Per the WWL article:
I really thought the 'Who Dat' was something that belonged to the people more than to the Saints or to the NFL or anything else, said Storyville co-owner Josh Harvey.
According to NFL spokesman Dan Masonson, "Any unauthorized use of the Saints colors and other [marks] designed to create the illusion of an affiliation with the Saints is equally a violation of the Saints trademark rights because it allows a third party to 'free ride' by profiting from confusion of the team's fans, who want to show support for the Saints."
Loyola Law School intellectual property professor Ray Arieaux said the ownership of 'Who Dat' may be a gray area.
Is there some unfair trade taking place because maybe the public does associate that with the Saints? The question is what does the public associate with 'Who Dat,'" Arieaux asked.
And the NFL isn't the only company claiming ownership of the phrase.
Yes it seems that the NFL is quick to jump into the fray when there's Super Bowl-type money to be made, claiming ownership of a phrase that most likely originated on the radio. After all, how else would you explain the NFL waiting until this post-season to start cracking down? Either the NFL doesn't watch its own games (unlikely) or didn't care about local merchants profiting off of Who Dat merchandise because the Saints were never that good to begin with (most likely).
This also speaks to a much bigger issue that Who Dats everywhere should start to take into account. As beloved as the Saints are, and as wholesome and pure people would like to believe their connection to the town is, the team and the NFL are corporate entities in the business of making a profit.
"But the Saints are different! They're the new America's team!" some might say. True, the connection that the Saints have with this city is unique, but that has more to do with the whims of mother nature and the teams' heartfelt response to relief efforts. And yes, the Saints and Carnival may be balancing the City budget, but that doesn't make this situation any different than any of the hard-luck teams that came before and the profit they generated (for themselves) after historic wins.
And if you're still holding out judgment on this and think that the NFL will look past their greedy corporatims for the sake of the fans, realize that their is a precedent for such actions. Just look at the Boston Red Sox and how they treated their long-suffering fan base after winning their first World Series in almost 100 years. Touching, really.
The trope of the Saints' phoenix-like rebirth, their triumphant rise from the former ruins of the Superdome, finds perfect symbolic expression in the Fleur de Brees: a salvage art sculpture rendered from black and gold found objects.
The Fleur de Brees, a 10-inch by 8-inch spinoff of the popular Fleur Debris sculpture line Heather Mattingly launched four years ago, coruscates with broken gold jewelry, Mardi Gras beads and other flotsam and jetsam endemic to the streets of New Orleans.
Do you remember the sitcom "Smart Guy" starring Tahj Mowry, which aired on the WB for three seasons? No?
Most people don't, so we're lucky that someone found this clip from the TV show that has the Saints beating the Colts 54-3 in a fictional Super Bowl game. Could Danny Kallis, creator of the show, be the oracle in whom we find predictions of the Saints illustrious future?
Just on time for airing during the Super Bowl, former University of Florida quarterback Tim Teebow will be starring in an anti-abortion commercial.
Conservative Christian organization Focus on the Family is paying for the ad, and tells the story of how Pam Teebow was pregnant with her fifth child when the family flew to the Phillipines on a missionary trip. She contracted dysentery, and the drugs used to treat the infection threatened her unborn child Doctors advised her to abort the baby, but Pam pressed on in the pregnancy, and Tim Teebow came into the world on August 14, 1987.
Networks have previously declined to broadcast controversial ads, but CBS is getting a reported $2.5 to $2.8 million for a 30-second spot, and FOF must have put up the cash.
So what do you think? Should CBS be taking any and all commercial revenue when it comes to the big game, or do we need more commercials with exploding mosquitoes and talking sock puppets? Maybe Teebow should have been focusing on something else?
My grandmomma Nina always stressed the power of dance. Shed say things like Im gonna dance on his grave about someone she had beef with. Or Ill dance at your wedding if you go outside and bring the laundry in. With her, dancing was always a power move, either a gift or a threat, never just rumpshaking for the sake of rumpshaking. I thought about her while watching the Ladies and Men of Unity dancing thru the New Orleans streets during Sundays pre-game second line parade. The club members, the crowd, the band - everyone was in Black and gold dancing furiously and chanting for the Saints. It was pure African motherland ritual, the Bamboula tradition our people maintained in the extraordinary face of 400+ years of forced labor, savage brutality, and emotional and mental abuse. If a whole race of people can come through intact after four centuries of hardship and dreams deferred, why not a team victory after a mere 47 years of patient waiting? These folks danced hard enough on Sunday to raise the dead, pound the imminent Saints victory into the street-paved primordial swampland and send the Vikings season to its final resting place.
THIS, my people, is how you dance on someones grave. Nina Cotton would approve.
See that picture up there? That picture was taken within a second of Garret Hartley's game-winning field goal kick split the uprights and sent the Saints to the Super Bowl. Of all the pictures I took on Sunday, this has to be my abosolute favorite. The hands in the air, the complete and utter joy on the faces of the fans and - the best part - the two men in front who have yet to react, still digesting the fact that their team is in the Super Bowl.
Sorrow, disbelief, doubt, distress, joy, and elation; the finals minutes Sunday's game ran a complete gamut of emotion and it was almost unbearable to watch Saints fans go through them. Follow the jump to check out all the emotions.
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