Sunday, February 7, 2010

Who Dat in da Black & Gold Super Bowl?

In case you haven't heard...

Just a taste of the New Orleans Saints Who Dat hysteria we're all enjoying...

Setting the Stage - Soul of New Orleans


Letter to Miami:

The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans.

While there's still time to prepare -- although a few hardcore Who Dats will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won't arrive until Thursday or Friday -- we thought we'd give you a heads-up about what you should expect.

First things first: You need more beer.

Yeah, we know. You ordered extra. You think you have more than any group of humans could possibly consume in one week. Trust us. You don't.

New Orleans was a drinking town long before the Saints drove us to drink. But it turns out beer tastes better when you're winning. (Who knew?) So let's just say we're thirsty for more than a championship; adjust your stockpiles accordingly. And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don't even know what "open container law" means. Is that anything like "last call"?
It's Carnival season in New Orleans (that's Mardi Gras to you), and we'll be taking the celebration on the road. So don't be startled if you walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that's just our way of saying hello. Oh, and sorry in advance about those beads we leave dangling from your palm trees. We just can't help ourselves.

February is also crawfish season, and you can be sure that more than one enterprising tailgater will figure out a way to transport a couple sacks of live mudbugs and a boiling pot to Miami.

When the dude in the 'Who Dat' T-shirt asks if you want to suck da head and pinch da tail, resist the urge to punch him. He's not propositioning you. He's inviting you to dinner. 

And if you see a big Cajun guy who looks exactly like an old Saints quarterback walking around town in a dress ... don't ask. It's a long story.

Reason No. 2: New Orleans showed the world on Sunday that we know how to throw a victory party. We don't burn cars. We dance on them.

Reason No. 3: Even if we did lose, which we won't, leaving the stadium would be like leaving a funeral, and our typical response to that is to have a parade.

Speaking of which: If you happen to see a brass band roll by, followed by a line of folks waving their handkerchiefs, you're not supposed to just stand there and watch. As our own Irma Thomas would say, get your backfield in motion.

And hey, Mister DJ! Yes, we know you've already played that stupid Ying Yang Twins song 10 times tonight, but indulge us just one more time. To us, "Halftime (Stand Up and Get Crunk)" isn't just a song; it's 576 points of good memories. It's the sound of a Drew Brees touchdown pass to Devery Henderson, a Pierre Thomas dive for first down on 4th-and-1, a Garrett Hartley field goal sailing through the uprights in overtime. It's what a championship sounds like. You may get sick of hearing it. We won't. Encore, dammit.

Inside Sun Life Stadium, you may find your ears ringing more than usual. We're louder than other fans. Seven thousand of ours sound like 70,000 of theirs. Don't believe us? Ask the 12th man in the Vikings huddle.

Don't be surprised if there are more Saints fans outside the stadium than inside. A lot of us are coming just to say we were part of history, even if we can't witness it up close. The Saints are family to us, and you know how it is with family: We want to be there for them, whether they really need us or not. Because we know our presence will mean something to them, whether they can see us or not.

Come to think of it, seeing as how you're taking us in for the week, we pretty much regard you as family, too. So we're warning you now: If you're within hugging distance, you're fair game. Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win.

Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We've been losing gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment don't faze us. It's success that makes us go to pieces. Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!

So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ... disoriented.

OK. Let's review: Order more beer. Throw me something, mister. Suck da heads. Wear da dress. Stand up. Get crunk. Hug it out. Protect your eardrums.

See you at the victory party.

Faithfully yours,
The Who Dat Nation


Everyone's in the Super Bowl "spirit" here:

Interesting factoid for you history buffs:
When John Mecom, the original owner of the Saints, decided to name the franchise the "Saints" he called Archbishop Philip Hannan to make sure the Catholic community would not be offended. Archbishop Hanna assured Mr. Mecom that Catholics would not be offended. But he cautioned Mr. Mecom, "You do know that many of the saints of the Church were Martyrs."

Archbishop Hannan wrote a special prayer for the newly formed Saints football team. That was forty-three years ago. Archbishop Hannan is still alive and very active at ninety-six years of age. He just may have lived long enough to see "Hell freeze over!" when the Saints win the Super Bowl.

The Colts may have Payton Manning [a New Orleans native], but they don't have a prayer.


Storm Warning!


Fired Up!
In Saint James Parish [what y'all call counties] on the Mississippi River levee, it's tradition to have bon fires during the Christmas season. But this year brings another worthy special event: 


General Silliness:
I pledge allegiance to The Saints, and to the great city of New Orleans; and to The Super Bowl, for which we will win; One city, below sea level, under God; with Mardi Gras & alcohol for all. AMEN!


And just in case you wanna see the NFC Championship game clips one mo time for the goosebump factor, here it is.


Now...'scuse me while I get ready for DA BLACK & GOLD SUPER BOWL!



Tere Kirkland said...

Yeah, you right!

Go, Saints!

Angie Ledbetter said...

Amen Teri! Can.not wait for the game to start!!! :D

Kittie Howard said...

I taught in a Catholic school in Jefferson Parish. The nuns said they had no problem with hell freezing over.

Kathryn Magendie said...

GOOOOOO SAINTS! whoop whoop!

I'll be watching from my mountain cove - WHO DAT?

I'll be able to hear it from here, too, I bet - dem Looseeaner people know how to shout it out! *laugh*

Carrie Wilson Link said...

I'm cheering for the Saints, and I'm working on Rojo!

The Unbreakable Child said...

GOOOOOOOOOOO Saints! huggage for a super great day!!

L.T. Elliot said...

"resist the urge to punch him. He's not propositioning you. He's inviting you to dinner"


And WHO DAT?!?!

Cindy said...

Holy cow--that's a fun little tribute :)

It's hubby's birthday today so we're throwing a double party--I didn't, however, make the football cake. But I'm still going for the Saints, don't worry!

ali said...

ROFL That was awesome!

Karen said...

LOL....I love it! I'll be at home yelling all the way.

♥ Boomer ♥ said...

Go Saints! I'm getting nervous. It all starts just minutes from now!!

Robyn Campbell said...

Hey Angie! I'm pickin' the Saints. Hubby is going with that OTHER team. Hmmmmm, me thinks he's lost his mind, yeah! =)

Angie Ledbetter said...


WHO DAT?!!!!!!

Lucia said...

I can truthfully say (here from Toronto, ON Canada) that I picked the Saints from the beginning...yes sireee!congratulations Saints and New Orleans!

Suldog said...


Everybody around these parts was rooting for the Saints, no doubt. And they did it! Wow. You folk should be able to live on that one for a good year!!!

Robyn Campbell said...

Angie, I won!!!!! Thank your dear Saints for me, will ya?

My team almost got Drew. The Fins. They wasted their chance. Now we have a good one though. We might see y'all there next year.

Celebrate all week! Heck, all year. =)

Lori said...

I was smiling for you all through the game, and now you can't wipe this stupid grin off my face, Angie. Congratulations on a SUPER win. :)) I was tickled to see them do such a splendid job, and even happier to see the celebration! Long overdue in your neck of the woods, and I commend you.

Now you know why we in Pittsburgh get so gosh-darn excited. :))

t i m said...

many congratulations, i stayed up late to watch it as we're 7 hours ahead in the uk

who dat !:)

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