You may have seen this legend of football mandom and fandom hard at work in the Saints game. If not, let us introduce you. You, The Unknown Whodat; The Unknown Whodat, you.
The Legend Of The Unknown Whodat Waxes Ever Larger
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↵Gleeful, possessed of uncertain dentistry, wearing Saints gear ripped off the body of a dead hobo in a moment of opportunity twenty years ago, and sweating with the kind of gleeful perspiration only possible in a football fan whose team has pulled out an improbable victory after you’ve had somewhere between one and 24 beers: that is his greatness, captured for an instant by FOX’s cameras on Sunday, and engraved in the hearts of Saints fans nationwide.
↵No one knows who the guy is, or how he conditions his hair so brilliantly, but the search is underway. A Facebook group with 2,753 members popped up dedicated to the Unknown Whodat, while a FindTheUnknownWhodat.com is not only set on finding him, but on properly framing his cultural legacy:
↵↵The cameras panned to him to humiliate us, but instead the joke is on them. They were laughing at a bum, when they should have seen an angel.
↵↵Edit: a soggy, beer-soaked angel, Whodats. I hope you never find him, and he roams the wilderness free like a wild mustang as he should. He’s so much better this way, unspoiled and not doing terrible ads for pawn shops in New Orleans.












