Bless You Boys

Hell may really have just frozen over. Not only did the Saints just win the Superbowl, but I watched a Superbowl from beginning to end, and even cheered out loud in my living room. I dressed in team colors.

I've never been a big football person. I'm married to one, but I've never really cared much.

But this? It goes beyond football. It goes beyond the Saints. It goes to the heart of this city that I have grown to love so much. It goes to the heart of the people of New Orleans. It's so much more than winning a game. It's supporting our city, our culture, our home. It's an extension of the never ending party that is living here. It's a celebration of the things we've come through together.

Before all this I read several things that say it so much better than I could dream.

Read Bayou Belle.

Read Cold Spaghetti.

Read this letter to the city of the Miami.

Celebrate with us.

Who Dat!

(and by the way, did anyone else watching the game notice how many pantless commercials there were? I had to write to Alejna, I found it so funny. Who dat say dey gonna wear no pants?)