This was the second song I wrote for the project, and the one that catapulted The Football Albums from a bad idea about to go the way of most bad ideas to a bad idea destined for horrifyingly full realization. We tried working it up as a band but it never quite gelled, making this a good opportunity to open an album with an acoustic song, something I’ve wanted to do for years. I’ve always liked the Saints even though there hasn’t been much to like about them since Tom Dempsey—the logo is classy without being overly fey or contrived, and the colors are smart. Even though domes are the work of Satan, something about the lighting down there in New Orleans makes the helmets look gorgeous. Too bad they’re gonna ruin Ricky Williams’ career by playing him when he’s hurt…