Those guys are not coon-asses, as you so blithely referred to them, in terms of style, grace and accent. They are in fact straight-up dumb-ass Louisiana rednecks from Livingston Parish (we ain't got counties, son), the laughingstock east of Baton Rouge and north of New Orleans on the other side of Lake Pontchartrain.

 

They're actually located about an hour and a half from the east border of Acadiana.

 

Trust me, I know the difference between coon-asses and redneck dumb-asses, and if you came across a band of liquored up coon-asses you'd be hard-pressed to ascertain much more than "teevee" from their dialect.

 

Also, the Youtube dumb-asses epitomize bandwagoning at its lowest common denominator. I'd bet eight out of ten of those guys in August couldn't name more than two skill-position players.

 

Outside of the New Orleans area the Saints have been derided by Louisiana citizens for more than 40 years. I'm from Baton Rouge and I remember being mocked for wearing a Saints cap in the early 90s – and those were some pretty good years, even though we couldn't win a playoff game.

 

So it saddens me to see Saints fans get characterized by these dumb-asses. Especially when it appears as if they found The Unknown Who Dat from the Redskins game, that crazed guy who Fox zoomed in on when the chips were down with less than seven minutes remaining but kept cheering because he obviously Believes!

 

He's the pride of Who Dat Nation.