The following is a list of companies that are being granted protection for any future litigation when claimants sign a no sue waiver when opting to receive a lump sum final payment from the Gulf Coast Claims Facility, known as the GCCF. The GCCF released a sample of the waiver, listing these companies in their attachment A, on their website on Friday, December 17, 2010.
- Aerotek, Inc.
- Ameri-Force, Inc.
- Anadarko Petroleum Company
- Anadarko Petroleum Corporation
- Anadarko E&P Company LP
- Art Catering, Inc.
- BJ Services Company, USA
- BP America Inc.
- BP America Production Company
- BP Company North America Inc.
- BP Corporation North America Inc.
- BP Corporation North America Inc. Savings Plan Investment Oversight Committee
- BP Energy Company
- BP Exploration (Alaska) Inc.
- BP Global Special Products (America) Inc.
- BP Holdings North America Limited
- BP plc
- BP Products North America Inc.
- Brett Robinson Gulf Corporation
- Cameron Corporation
- Cameron International Corporation f/k/a Cooper Cameron Corporation
- Cameron International Corporation d/b/a/ Cameron Systems Corporation
- Center for Toxicology and Environmental Health L.L.C.
- Chouest Shorebase Services, LLC
- Clean Harbors
- Core 4 Kebawk, LLC
- Crowder/Gulf Joint Venture
- Crowder Gulf Disaster Recovery
- Diamond Offshore Company
- DOF Subsea USA, Inc.
- Drill-Quip, Inc.
- Entrix, Inc.
- Environmental Standards
- EPS Corporation
- ES&H Environmental Services
- ESIS, Inc.
- Global Diving & Salvage, Inc.
- Gulf Offshore Logistics, LLC
- Gulf Offshore Logistics International,LLC
- Halliburton Energy Services, Inc.
- Halliburton Company
- Hamilton Eng.
- Hilcorp Energy Company
- Hyundai Heavy Industries Co. Ltd, Inc.
- Hyundai Motor Company
- In Rem Vessels
- Island Ventures II
- Jupiter Insurance Limited
- LaBorde Marine Services, LLC
- Lloyd’s of London
- Marine Spill Response Corporation
- MEG Energy Corp
- M-I L.L.C.
- M-I Drilling Fluids L.L.C.
- M-I Swaco
- Miller Environmental Group, Inc. Mitsui & Co. (USA), Inc.
- Mitsui & Co. Ltd.
- Mitsui Oil Exploration Co. Ltd.
- Moran Environmental Recovery, LLC
- MOEX Offshore 2007 LLC
- Moex USA Corporation
- MV Monica Ann
- MV Pat Tilman
- MV Damon B. Bankston
- MV Max Chouest
- MV Ocean Interventions
- MV C. Express
- MV Joe Griffin
- MV Mr. Sidney
- MV Hilda Lab
- MV Sailfish
- MV Seacor Washington
- MV Seacor Vanguard
- Nalco Holding Company
- Nalco Finance Holdings LLC
- Nalco Finance Holdings Inc.
- Nalco Holdings LLC
- Nalco Company
- Nautical Ventures, LLC
- Nautical Solutions, LLC
- O’Brien’s Response Management, Inc.
- Ocean Runner, Inc.
- Oceaneering International, Inc.
- Offshore Cleaning Systems L.L.C.Offshore Service Vessels, LLC
- Offshore Inland Marine & Oilfield Services, Inc.
- Ranger Offshore, Inc.
- Reel Pipe, LLC
- Schlumberger, Ltd.
- Seacor Marine, LLC
- Seacor Marine, Inc.
- Seacor Marine International, Inc.
- Siemens Financial, Inc.
- Seafairer Boat, LLC
- State Street Bank and Trust Company
- Subsea 7 LLC
- The Response Group, Inc.
- TestAmerica, Inc.,
- Tiburon Divers, Inc.
- Tidewater Marine LLC
- Tiger Safety, LLC
- TL Wallace
- Transocean Inc.
- Transocean Deepwater, Inc.
- Transocean Drilling (U.S.A.) Inc.
- Transocean Enterprise Inc.
- Transocean Holdings Inc.
- Transocean Holdings LLC
- Transocean Ltd.
- Transocean Offshore Deepwater Drilling, Inc.
- Transocean Offshore USA, Inc.
- Triton Asset Leasing GmbH
- Triton Hungary Asset Management KFT
- Triton Hungary Asset Management Limited Liability Company
- USES/Construct Corps
- Weatherford International Ltd.
- Weatherford U.S. L.P
- Worley Catastrophe Services, LLC
- Worley Catastrophe Response, LLC
Her first letter to me was peppered with humor, insight and intelligence – wisdom gained by those that have seen the devil, held his hand, and walked away. It started as research for me, nothing personal nor emotional. I was researching death row, specifically women on death row. I was trying to crack the code, so to speak, on death row standards in regards to prisoner rights and the U.N Declaration of Human Rights.
I didn’t know anything about her crime. I have made it my own personal policy to not ask – a way to know the person, not the criminal. That does not mean that these details are not revealed to me over time, but she was different. She did not offer and I did not ask. She didn’t try to sell me on a story of innocence, nor did she beg me to help save her life. She shared rare glimpses of her life, past and present, with kindness and sincerity.
It was only after I read court documentation that I questioned her fate.
I came to appreciate her sense of humor and her wisdom, often founded in faith. She stopped becoming a research subject and started to become a person, and then, dare I say, a friend.
And then she was gone. Put to death. Unfairly. You will not convince me otherwise.
In 18 minutes, her life was erased.
And I still have nightmares of it.
Because it was not painless.
Nor was it like putting an animal to sleep.
The leg, shaking.
The fear in the eyes.
The crack in her voice.
And at night, when I close my eyes, it is all those things that still haunt me.
Two days later, after she was gone, she whispered to me from the grave, via letter, mailed the day of her execution.
“Thank you for the kindness and compassion you have shown to me. When I get to heaven, I will tell your Mama how proud of you she should be.”
I stay up until my body forces me to sleep.
Even then, the light is on.
And I still see her leg shaking, hear her voice cracking and see the fear in her eyes.
My husband works in an industry that has been directly impacted by the Deepwater Horizon oil spill and the slow environmental homicide that has been taking place now for nearly ninety days. We are fortunate that my husband is still able to work, but as June came we saw business trail off. So far in July, business has trailed off more. My husband is searching for a new job, afraid each night when he goes into work it is going to be the night that he is told his hours have been drastically cut or for him to take a couple of days off.
It is an uncomfortable situation that causes high anxiety and many sleepless nights.
Last month we filed our claim with BP and were approved for $1000. While I am thankful for the $1000.00, it did not cover our loss and some creative financing on my part was required of me.
When we took in a letter from my husband’s employer, our 2009 tax return and my husband’s check stubs, we were told that each month our claim would “renew” automatically and from thirty days from our last payment we should receive the next payment. At the BP Claim center, a check was written and we were on our way home.
And then I read a press release that stated that there would now be a formula taking into account actual loss compared to estimated loss, that claims were going to be looked upon more closely and an advance would not simply be given as was previous done and that starting in August, this new process would come into play. This confused me, as it completely contradicted the information that we have been given by the auditor at the time of our claim filing.
I called the 800 number provided by BP for any questions regarding already filed claims and I spoke with one BP phone agent that told me that what we received was a one-time payment and we would not receive another.
Ok, great. That’s fine. I am thankful that we received what we did when we did, because it really helped us adjust to the rather large dip in our income.
Then I read another press release from BP, which prompting me to call the 800 number again, this time reaching a young man that seemed to actually know what he was talking about. I was on hold for thirty minutes before I finally was connected to a human voice, but when I did the guy was nice and didn’t get annoyed when I asked a thousand questions, asking for clarification on clauses and statements that appear in the BP claims process handbook and made sure I was getting the correct information.
I was informed that we would get the checks automatically sometime between thirty and forty days and that no more paper work would be required of me and I wouldn’t have to go to a claims office again to re-file.
Great. That really cleared things up for me and sounded more on point with what the most recent press release had stated.
An 800 number was left on our voicemail by BP and we called back. This time, it was our auditor, a man in the local office who was met with when the claim was initially filed.
He told us that we had to bring in documentation (pay stubs for us) every month at the end of the month, because there is no way that BP could give us an advance payment, but would have to pay us our loss after the fact. Ok, I think I get that, especially if they are trying to streamline the claims process, which is the impression that I am getting from all that I have read and the individuals I have spoken to. BUT we were told that now we need to meet with him every month and essentially file our claim on a claim that was already open. My husband informed him that he would not be receiving any more paychecks for July, so perhaps my husband could just bring them in.
It wouldn’t matter; it won’t be looked at until August, even though they are trying to process these during the current month.
Tails are still heads to me and heads are still tales.
I would like to say that all of the individuals we have dealt with, with one exception, have been extremely kind. This does illustrate, however, the disjointed communication of policy going throughout the company from the national office for claims to the local offices to what BP is releasing to the press.
Despite promises by BP to the press to release claim money thirty days after June payments, we are now finding out that a continue stream of documentation is going to be required, given that the information that we received today (since all three people have told us very different things) and this automatic program that BP had spoken about really isn’t an automatic program at all. It has been released in the press recently that most claims are rejected because of lack of documentation. BP doesn’t make filing for the claims any easier when apparently they are changing policy every day. Instead of taking their disorganization into account for many people really struggling financially, a big, fat NO is given instead.
BP needs to get on the same page and stop jumping around like a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book.
For some people, their claim check is all they have.
I don’t deal with death well. At thirty-four years old, I have seen death take my parents, a child and many very good friends from me. When dealing with death, I grieve out loud. I weep. I cry. I question. I scream and then I weep once more.
Living in Southeastern Louisiana lately, death surrounds us, creeping into all aspects of our lives. Work is no longer work; it is working while we can. Cooking no longer means going to the grocery store and getting what is cheapest, but stocking up on local seafood before our seafood ceases to exist. It is saying good-bye to the memories we would make on the beaches, because the beaches are closed off. Watching the television means watching local news or Anderson Cooper 360 since those seem to be the only outlets really reporting what is happening here. It means becoming the ‘them’ again, the ‘them’ that is stupid enough to live there, stupid enough to have a state that depends on oil to run, the ‘them’ that is getting what they deserve. We are the ‘them’ who are hurting but the ‘them’ not being listened to. We are the ‘them’ being held hostage by a foreign corporation, the Federal government and the Coast Guard.
Armed security guards in pastel t-shirts and camo pants guard the beaches, not allowing passage, particularly if you have a camera or pen and paper. In your community, you become the outsider, the enemy, the background music that no one really listens to but is just sort of there. Except we aren’t there, because they won’t let us be.
What was once familiar has become foreign, unrecognizable. The spot on the beach, my spot, where I have written so many words and have contemplated so important life decisions is not longer there, now only an oil-covered mess exists, tainted by negligence, blanketed in betrayal and marked with corruption. The calm has been strangled from it, possibly never to return, a victim the no one heard scream in the middle of the night.
Even harder to bear is the defeated looks on the faces of those all around, whether it be the fisherman who no longer has an income or the bartender that has had his hours cut and watched his tip amounts disappear or the children that know what is happening in the Gulf, wondering why this had to happen, mourning their own things in their own way. They are left confused, seeing the adults in their life struggle with the rhyme and reason, unable to feel really secure after seeing the hopelessness enter the lives of the adults that they trust.
So many adults want to help, but we are held back. If adults, who wield the real power, are unable to help, what can children do?
Culture is dying. The days of the familial fishing business is gone, leaving, well, nothing for those who have dedicated their whole lives to the industry, the sport. No longer can one get on a boat and hitchhike from shrimper to crabber down through the bayou and back up again, offering to help chip in for fuel or work off your ride. Gone are the days of the catch, coming home and celebrating with your family a particular bountiful day. The only thing left to celebrate is what once was and no one likes reliving what we have lost.
We plead for answers from our government, the body we should turn to in an event of a disaster of this size. The government looks the other way, pointing to the criminal that is responsible for this crime, telling us to ask them. When we do ask, because all other rational options have been exercised, we are not given answers but press releases. We then receive information contradictory to what was just released to the national press when we call to speak with individuals for clarification. BP is not even in the same genre of book, let alone on the same page, yet, we are expected to put faith in these people that our loss will be accounted for and trust that they will do the right thing and help us make it through this preventable homicide against nature.
Is there anyone there? Is anyone listening to us? Our voices are being muffled by politics, by serious covering of asses, by a system that has been allowed to become an outlaw, doing as it pleases with no consequences for bad behavior. Mainstream media attempt to distract us, trying to fill us with ‘developments’ that aren’t developments but recycled news stories they didn’t bother paying attention to the first time. No one is looking out for us. No one is being our voice. It feels like we live in our own third world country.
It is for these reasons, and many more that cannot adequately be described with words but must be experienced to fully understand, that I’m not okay. The death. The desperation. The hopelessness. The abandon. The shame of it all. I’m not okay.
I’m not okay.
I have a habit of watching CNN on the television, while having BBC or Al-Jazeera English running on my computer through Live Station while I read newspapers online, check out my Google alerts and have my morning coffee. This morning when I turned CNN on,extended reporting aired about a link between the release of the Lockerbie bomber, Abdelbaset Ali al-Megrahi, and deals made in regards to BP. Annoyed, I turned to MSNBC and what was being discussed on The Morning Joe? A connection between BP and the release of al- Megrahi. Fox News? You guessed it, the possible connection between BP and al-Megrahi release.
What’s all the noise about?
Politicians in the United States are now calling for an investigation into a possible connection that exchanged al-Megrahi release for big oil contracts in Libya for BP.
My question is why, after eighty-some days of obscene negligence, dishonesty that cannot be described any other way than profane, irresponsibility and fleecing of Louisiana’s working class, is this now becoming an issue being reported on the mainstream American media and receiving attention by those powers that be in the US when this information has been available for some time? Like a few years.
In 2007, the rumblings of a BP-influenced deal with Libya began making rumblings shortly after images of Tony Blair and Muammar al-Gaddafi shaking hands (see above photo) appeared in the media. Shortly after this photo-op, it was announced on May 29, 2007 that BP would be going into Libya after a 33 year absence. This was a 900 million dollar deal that gave BP rights to oil exploration and prospecting. United States publications like the New York Times also briefly covered this story. (As well as endless British mainstream publications such as The Telegraph, The Times, The Guardian and The Independent)Is one to believe that the US was just made aware of the information connecting BP with the Lockerbie trade? Heck no! The Washington Post published this article on August 31, 2009 on the connection. MSNBC published this report on August 29, 2009. There are many others.
So, why is it now that US politicians are calling for an investigation into the connection between these two entities? Was it easier to look the other way when Big Oil was filling politicians pockets without consequence or possibility of guilt by association? Is it because we still live in a society fueled by Bush Administration fear of the elusive boogeyman – the terrorist and for a company to have made a trade for a terrorist is just not acceptable? Is it because now it is trendy to speak ill of BP? Or is it because it is a slow news week, with stalled progress on domestic or foreign policy, not to mention the clusterfuck between BP and the Feds in dealing with the oil spill and the mainstream media clan are puppets and report only what each other are reporting, without doing any sort of research or looking for ledes in important stories such as the oil spill? Or perhaps it is because finally we have caught another country red-handed and just as guilty as the US for allowing oil to influence our domestic and foreign policies?
Whatever the reason, this isn’t a new development, folks. This isn’t a new discovered secret deal uncovered by intelligence agencies or leaked documents. This has been there, right under most of our noses, hidden on the back pages of newspapers for at least three years. Don’t fall for the hype. Demand more.
This is just another example of our suffering and tragedy in the Gulf being hijacked by politics to help build someone’s career.
It’s a very difficult time for us down here in Southeastern Louisiana. Between trying to get viable options to stop the oil from spilling into the gulf, to the profane, black sludge reaching shore – the uneasiness in the air that is a combination of bad memories, distrust, anger, fear and insecurity. We look towards our leaders in local, state and national government to offer to us honest answers, yet they remain elusive, hidden away on a need to know basis for everyone but the people who have to live here and endure the impacts the oil spill is going to have as it kills our sea life, wrecks havoc on an ecosystem still trying to stabilize from the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, enters our water system as it slowly works it way to shore. Families feel lost, having passed this tradition of shrimping or commercial fishing down generation to generation, afraid that the tradition and culture will die with their generation. In a job market where there are already too many searching, the financial impacts this has on everyone in this region is not only a frightening thought, but seems to now be inevitable.
The father that has to go home to tell his child that work is not there, the single mother that barely gets by finding that things are going to get harder now as hotels are being called for cancellations and not reservations and beaches close, for us in Southeastern Louisiana, this isn’t just about a corporate responsibility or about company oversight. This is our lives that hang in the balance, out of our control, leaving us filled with an uncertainty that no one in one of the superpowers of the world should have to feel. Our environment here is apart of us, from the marshes in Plaquemines Parish to the Mississippi to Lake Pontchartrain to the Honey Island Swamp to the beaches of Grand Isle, these places make up our communities and homes, our neighbors, our memories.
The political is always personal, but this is especially personal.
As I sit writing this, gallons of oil stream into the Gulf of Mexico, poisoning part of the 40% of the seafood that comes from the state of Louisiana. The husbands, fathers, grandfathers and sons that fish this area sit at home, wondering if all hope is lost. Unsure whether or not to file a claim with BP for $5000.00. Part of signing a deal with the devil, however, is that you sign away the devil’s responsiblity in this mess, giving him a get-out-of-jail free card, allowing the bad practices that helped cause this mess go unpunished. What is better, they question, the money now – which for many will barely pay their bills for a month – or holding out, waiting to see what will come as more information becomes available about cause, effect and damages.
In a city known for its food, surrounded by beautiful bodies of water, questions now weigh heavy on the minds of servers, bartenders and chefs. Some are finding their hours cut, businesses cutting back because sales simply aren’t what they should be this time of year while others begin trying to figure out what else they can do in a city where jobs aren’t many. Serving in New Orleans isn’t like serving in high school or college. It’s a tourist city. In this city, it is a career – and a well-paying one at that. Teachers, lawyers and accountants have left the industries they chose to educate themselves in to give a smile to the family that travels down from the mid-west, excited to see what all the noise about New Orleans is really all about.
As five years separates those here for Katrina from the anxiety that horrific time caused, we face another tragedy. I know we are strong. We are family. No matter the strength, the what-ifs and the how-comes can make even the strongest fall.
It is said that ignorance is bliss and perhaps there is truth to that. Being here, we are living this tragedy. It isn’t a sound bite on CNN or Fox or an article in the New York Times and the Washington Post. We know what isn’t being reported. We know what is happening behind the scenes – scenes that include journalists being prohibited from filming damaged areas and threatened with arrest, survivors of the explosion being held in seclusion and brow-beaten until they sign no liability clauses for BP, politics as normal in Washington – – giving $205 million dollars to Israel in aid for missiles systems as oil spews, pollutes and kills — and a great majority of people telling us to shut up, to stop having our hand out for money from the government, to accept what has happened without question because, after all, accidents happen even though protocols were not followed and safety equipment wasn’t all that safe.
While people are telling us that being hard on BP is ‘un-American’ we question what America we belong in when corporations become what matter and the consequences of their bad behavior become our consequences, forced upon us without choice. The us that are good, hardworking people of character and strength that simply want to live life, celebrate it and share it with all those who travel here from around the world for just a little taste of it. Don’t confuse our living out loud as acceptance or our humor as not caring. We are an involved, passionate bunch as can be witnessed on any number of blogs that were created since Katrina when we felt that media left us behind. There comes a point in tragedy, however, where you have to find humor in it or all you are left with is tears. We’ve cried enough tears.
It is my hope that people in other places of this country feel overwhelmed and unable to help because they are not here, instead of being apathetic to the situation. There are many things you can do. Collect non-perishable food items for the shrimpers who are impacted most by this. For a time, they couldn’t even receive food stamps from the state because they made too much money, even though their livelihoods had been lost. Sign petitions asking for stricter regulations in off shore drilling or for development of alternative energies. Contact those in your states and ask them to care about ours. Buy t-shirts made by local vendors, where profits go directly towards animal rescue efforts. Pass on news about what is happening here. In the age of twitter and facebook, you tell one person and they tell another and perhaps, maybe enough pressure can be generated for our government to stand up and see us reaching out for them to help, perhaps they will reach back through legislation or even a tougher approach with those companies involved in this disaster. Stay aware of the situation. Contact BP and express your outrage and your ire.
We aren’t asking the rest of the country to rescue us. We are, however, asking you to care.
We’ve taken a beating down here. Some question why we live here, knowing the potential of loss. It is an argument that often used after Hurricane Katrina and it is an argument being recycled now. The levee failure in Nashville shows that the disasters we have faced can happen anywhere, even in middle America. Although at times it can feel like we live in our own third world country down here, a reference we make jokingly, please dont’ treat this as such. This impacts you, too.
Don’t watch from afar as disaster tourists. Don’t make us tragedy porn.
If it were you, we would be there, doing what we could with what we had, opening our hearts and telling you we too know tragedy and we understand.
Like most people in the area right now, my attention has been focused on the oil that is leaking in the Gulf of Mexico, traveling towards Louisiana and dirtying up the Louisiana shoreline with its seductive corruption. My concern is not only for those directly impacted by the oil contaminating the seafood and taking away from them the way they make a living, but my concern falls for the wetlands that act as a protective barrier for Louisiana and the impact this is going to have on an already fragile eco-system. My concern also comes from the federal governments promises of being pro-active, working on behalf of the many, many individuals that will be impacted by this horrible man-made disaster when we all know how helpful the federal government was during the last man-made disaster this area survived five years ago.
My feelings on what is happening are far and wide. I feel empathy for all of the people who live in the area most directly affected by this – those that work in horrible conditions and brave the dangerously seductive waters to pay their bills, support their families and live because this is what they and their people have been doing for many, many years. I feel sadness for people who are just settling back into life in these areas, now having their lives uprooted once more. I feel betrayal that although we in the states of Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida are expected to accept the environmental risks of off-shore drilling while the federal government enacted rules that keeps our states, some of the poorest in the US, from profiting from the oil they take from us.
Above all, though, I feel anger.
President Obama, who recently signed an off-shore drilling bill that expands where the drill can take place, can’t be bothered to come down here now when we need him to see for himself the impact this is having on people, communities and eco-systems. For me, sending his people to see the damage first hand isn’t enough for me. I want to see him here. This is already being dubbed the worst oil spill of this kind by talking heads like CNN, Fox News and the like – to me, that is worthy of a Presidential visit. Not doing so only reinforces bad experiences people had during Katrina with the lack of attention not only not given by the federal government iself, but by the head cheesd of the federal government. Distaste still exists in the mouths of many on the lack of action, compassion and visibility of George W Bush during Hurricane Katrina, and I am starting to develop a distaste of my own in my mouth now.
I am angry that we, in Louisiana, are expected to just take man-made disasters like this with a forced smile on our face while carrying a hurricane in our hand and screaming “Let the Good Times Roll” as we party on, despite the devastation we are feeling. I love that New Orleans is looked upon as a place to go, to have fun, to lose yourself and we have some of the best people in the world here – we really do. I am sick of this area being treated like a cartoon character, without any consideration given that we are real people, with real families that will be facing real economic hardship due to an oil company’s greed and negligence. (Those not from here, despite many beleifs that the city flooded because of Hurricane Katrina, the city flooded because of the levees made and taken care of by the Army Corp of Engineers and the failure of those levees, which is why while you think we are selfish and lazy for demanding the federal government to take responsibility for what happened with Hurricane Katrina, it IS their duty to take responsibility for what happened)
I am angry that in a day or two, no one will care what is happening here unless their gas prices go up. At the point, in some way, this will become our fault instead of the fault of greedy oil companies, negligent government regulations and people who profit off of our suffering.
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I have a confession to make. I’m from Wisconsin, two hours from the Minnesota border. I was born there and spent my life there until a few years ago when I packed up my car with all the essentials (music, books, clothes and my mister) and drove 1,200 miles to start my life in the Big Easy.
So, I know all about Brett Favre and how people LOVE Brett Favre and how Brett Favre is treated like the 21st century messiah by the city he happens to be playing for. Well, except maybe in New York. I get it. I do. And, because I am from up North, I’ve heard my fair share of trash talking from friends (and friends of friends and friends of friends of friends) still there. Being from Wisconsin, Viking fans were always annoying, but their smugness over Favre Almighty or Purple Jesus – what they like to call him up there – it has gotten much more difficult to take. Honestly, if I hear one more reference to the Superdome being the place of Favre’s Superbowl win, equating this game to that, I cannot be held accountable for my actions. I hated it growing up and I especially hate it now, when the story of Favre’s play-off game at 40 is beginning to over-shadow the talent and skill held by a younger, much more grounded Drew Brees.
Brett Favre has become the equivalent to Marsha Brady, but Drew Brees ain’t no Jan. He’s the person that makes people forget Marsha Brady and after Sunday, my hope is that when Favre’s name is brought up, people will say, “Favre, who? Oh THAT guy.”
I realize I should cut Favre a little slack, even he as admitted to being a Saints fan, but I can’t.
I look at retirement/not retirement shenanigans and am just sort of appalled.
The whole way he was signed to the Vikings, is shady.
I think to the interview he did a few weeks ago with Chris Collinsworth, foreshadowing another retirement if the Vikings take the Superbowl.
I think about the temper tantrum he threw on the sidelines during the Panthers game, disrespecting his coach and his team on national television – and simply not caring, because he is Favre and doncha know Favre knows best?
I do know a few things:
1. The Saints are playing better than they ever have. It’s not just their offense, its defense AND special teams. They are rested. Those that were hurt are healthy and Lord, whoever lit the fire under Reggie’s behind – THANK YOU.
2. Drew Brees is a force. Don’t underestimate what he can do. Have you seen the Sports Science video that demonstrates the amount of skill and talent that this man has? And, on top of that, he’s a stand-up guy. He lives in this city. He’s one of us. He gives back to this city in so many ways – they all do – but when Brees talks about New Orleans, you know he is talking about home.
3. It’s not just a team here, it’s our family. When you talk trash about our city, our team or our players, we take it personal. You are talking about our home. You are talking about our brothers or sons. We are protective of each other. We look out for each other. We live large, love big and laugh often – despite hardship or maybe because of them. Down here, even if you aren’t born in New Orleans, New Orleans is born in you. The Superdome is our collective home, where we share stories, become acquainted with lost relatives and share memories. Many of the city experienced tragedy there that no one can really understand unless you were there. The Superdome will no longer be a symbol of what went wrong, but an icon of what went right. This is our city. This is our town. They are our team.
I think the song and video below sums it up best:
Dear King Cake,
I have missed you terribly. I have been
patiently waiting for your return since you left me in March, jolted by having to adjust to not having you around for breakfast or an afternoon snack. The time of year has come again and we will be reunited, you looking as delicious as ever covered in sticky goodness and your signature purple, green and gold. There have been other comforts since you – chicken and dumplings, Peanut butter cups and hot chocolate – but you will always remain my favorite.
I can’t wait to see you in two days!
P.S I never cheated on you once with that harlot of a Saints cake they tried to pass off as your substitute. Not once!