Life is Art

The beauty of sport is that every so often...it paints a portrait that is a microcosm of life.

The battle, the ups and downs, and the ebbs and flows of a contest (in this instance it happens to be football) parallel the brutal game of survival we all play on a daily basis, especially in this challenged economy.

There is also an intrinsic connection to the story lines of a personality, a brush of down to earth goodness and wholesomeness, and a reveling in a second chance at a career and a love for his adopted city.

The messy watercolor that was the New Orleans Saints has landed in football heaven. The city's struggles and will to overcome were painted on a canvas in Miami last night. And the artist stood at midfield afterwards holding his infant son, while fighting back the tears of personal and professional emotions that were exploding all around him like the flares that rocketed into the Southern Florida sky. He was talking to his boy who had earphones on...and was too young to understand what his Dad was telling him anyway.

But even thought the words were falling on the muffled ears of innocence.....Drew Brees continued telling him what we all know.

That there is a pot of gold for those who believe, and are willing to work to achieve. And that nothing is impossible....not even the New Orleans Saints winning the Super Bowl.

So today there is renewed hope for all of us.....thanks to a gutty QB from Texas via Purdue via San Diego who landed in a Louisiana that was covered in a smock of desperation. Hell may not freeze over....and pigs probably will not fly.....but the New Orleans Saints are champions of the football world. What could possibly be next?

Someone should call Lou Piniella of the Cubs....and get the City of Chicago ready to replace the famous Picasso sculpture that adorns the downtown area. There is a new painting to be hung there....because now truly anything is possible.