There are moments, and then there are MOMENTS. 70,000 fans, 2 teams, 1 Superdome- the cost of parking didn't matter, a $7 hot dog didn't matter, 'bloody nose' seats (as Hannah Grace put it) didn't matter- New Orleans needed something to rally around, the Saints delivered. It would be a close to a non-religious, religious experience I've ever had. From the first 1:40 of the game until the end we all stood. We all screamed. We hugged complete strangers. We cheered, "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints? Who dat?" We cheered when the 'dirty birds' fumbled. We cheered when we scored. Ray Nagin declared a few months ago that New Orleans was going to be a chocolate city. Last night the city was neither chocolate or milk white. It was Black and Gold. I will post other pictures later, but suffice to say that everything you've ever read or seen about Mardi Gras was condensed into an 8 hour window on Monday night. Unbelievable. As we walked out of the stadium I heard one person say, "Superbowl..." People wonder how New Orleans and coast is going to recover from Katrina. We've been cheering for the losingest football team in NFL history for years. We win 3 games and think "Superbowl!" We love lost causes, we do. There's a little Lagniappe in New Orleans, a love for lost causes- I love that. I love to dream that maybe the impossible might, one day be possible- Go Saints! Go New Orleans! Who Dat BABY! p.S. that is Jordan, Ryn and Me from the Sun-Herald newspaper this morning (they cropped t-Jean out of the photo- acutally he was at the concession stand getting his old man a beer...)Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Who Dat?
There are moments, and then there are MOMENTS. 70,000 fans, 2 teams, 1 Superdome- the cost of parking didn't matter, a $7 hot dog didn't matter, 'bloody nose' seats (as Hannah Grace put it) didn't matter- New Orleans needed something to rally around, the Saints delivered. It would be a close to a non-religious, religious experience I've ever had. From the first 1:40 of the game until the end we all stood. We all screamed. We hugged complete strangers. We cheered, "Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints? Who dat?" We cheered when the 'dirty birds' fumbled. We cheered when we scored. Ray Nagin declared a few months ago that New Orleans was going to be a chocolate city. Last night the city was neither chocolate or milk white. It was Black and Gold. I will post other pictures later, but suffice to say that everything you've ever read or seen about Mardi Gras was condensed into an 8 hour window on Monday night. Unbelievable. As we walked out of the stadium I heard one person say, "Superbowl..." People wonder how New Orleans and coast is going to recover from Katrina. We've been cheering for the losingest football team in NFL history for years. We win 3 games and think "Superbowl!" We love lost causes, we do. There's a little Lagniappe in New Orleans, a love for lost causes- I love that. I love to dream that maybe the impossible might, one day be possible- Go Saints! Go New Orleans! Who Dat BABY! p.S. that is Jordan, Ryn and Me from the Sun-Herald newspaper this morning (they cropped t-Jean out of the photo- acutally he was at the concession stand getting his old man a beer...)
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what did i tell you about press photographers! That's amazing 70,000 people and they choose you. Sweet
Reading the article to a friend, she looked at your picture and said, 'They work in a church? It looks like they enjoy life!'- I was like, you have no idea.
very nice Jean!! I emailed the article to my mom. She sends her love.
Good job on beating the Falcons, but good luck trying to beat the mighty Panthers in Charlotte Sunday. GO PANTHERS!!!!
Randall Stewart
Spartanburg, SC
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