Bobby Hebert did it. Morten Andersen did it. And on Sunday, Joe Horn will do it too. No, we're not talking about letting his hand linger too long during a congratulatory butt pat. We're talking about returning to the Superdome to face the Saints while suiting up with the Green Goblin to our Spidey Man, those filthy, nasty, "Dirty Birds," The Atlanta Falcons.
Hollywood Horn, known for his leadership in the lockeroom and his gift of gab, has been shockingly mum on the notion of facing his old team. Maybe it has something to do with his team's suck-tacular 1-5 record, or his even more sucker-iffic 11 receptions for 117 yards after 6 games. During a news conference yesterday, Little Big Horn made some uncharacteristically low key statements about Sunday's matchup.
"I don’t have the right with all due respect to the organization and those players. I don’t have the right to even talk about what I might do and what our team might do to their team. That’s irrelevant."
No smack talk from Joe? Say it ain't so! What happened to the soundbite machine in the pimped out suits we all grew to know and love? The man who's cell phone end zone celebration during a blow out against the Giants will live on in infamy? Has the Hotlanta air (or a Hotlanta hoochie for that matter) sucked the life out of him?
As bitter as we may be about Mighty Joe Horn's ultimate betrayal, we can't help but miss his presence on the Black and Gold squad. And don't think for a second Joe doesn't know what it means to Miss New Orleans.
“…I miss New Orleans,” Horn said. “I miss the fans. I miss the people that were there with Joe Horn. That’s what I miss. I love New Orleans. I’m humbled."
It almost makes you feel sorry for the guy, until you realize on Sunday, he'll be wearing a black and red jersey. Who knew the day would come when he'd be on the receiving end of one of our voodoo needles? (Oh Joe, it seems like only yesterday we were converting one of your over-sized jerseys into an adorable mini-dress...) So, in light of our history, we pledge to avoid your crotch area while performing our gris-gris ritual on Mini-Joe. As for you Byron Leftwich, we suggest you wear TWO cups!
3 comments:
Well, one thing that the Mother Hen will never forget that when a certain owner was ready to forsake this city (and every refrigerator on the street gave him our opinion), Horn stood up for us. He epitomizes the essence of class, dignity, and love for this city.
It's easy to be low key when your team sucks so bad. AND you live in Atlanta.
Oh yeah, I want to see Roman on top of Byron all afternoon! (er, not like that . . .)
I definitely think the guys are missing Joe in the locker room. I certainly miss knowing that he's part of our team. But he's a Falcon now so at gametime he is part of the enemy.
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