Da Saints, dats who! Alright, a bit off subject from my regular blog posts but a subject that is very dear to my heart.
The truth is I'm not a big sports fan, but I am a huge Saints fan. I've lived in a number of major cities and never have I experienced a similar connection of a city to it's football team. On game day while wandering around the city you can feel the electricty in the air, strangers smile at one another and proclaim 'who dat'. If they win the same strangers are yelling, dancing in the streets and hugging each other.
It's been said that since Katrina the Saints have united a city of defeated people and gave us hope. The truth is this connection was apparent before Katrina devestated the city. I remember the days when fans wore paper bags over their heads and the team was nicknamed The Aint's. Even in those not so victorious days the people of New Orleans embraced and were united by our faltering team.
If you've read my blog you know my love for this city. It's always very difficult to relay exactly what this city means to me and its residents, it's a feeling that one must experience to understand.
I hope with the Saints going to the Superbowl and the national spotlight New Orleans has assumed recently that the rest of the world will get a glimpse of a city full of culture, tradition, love of life... a city full of people that have endured tragedy and prevailed, a city this time united in victory rather than devestation. You can be sure this city will be on fire come game day. There will be a party here like no other when the Saints win the Superbowl.
....and when thats all over, we have Mardi Gras, ahhh how I love this city!
