Can’t Win
When the Saints won Super Bowl XLIV in 2010, I was in the backyard of my childhood home in New Orleans. My family lived in the town of Kenner, less the tourist-friendly picture of the city and more a typical suburban neighborhood. I had traveled from New York just the day before to be with my family for this specific occasion, but the moment was proving to be too much for me. With the Saints holding a lead in the fourth quarter and the Colts on a drive to tie the game, I went outside and stood with my back to the window that looked into the living room and the TV. It was a familiar place; when it came to sports, the backyard had always been a haven for indulging my anxiety and discomfort. Out there, I couldn’t rely on the broadcast to relay what was happening, but the reaction from inside and the commotion of my neighbors would tell me what I
