Unless you are a New Orleans native, you cannot possibly fathom what is going on down here in the Crescent City!
After 43 years of praying, hoping, moaning, and groaning, the Saints are finally going to the Super Bowl, and so is everyone in New Orleans. Be it by bus, car, train, or plane, we're going to Miami, or at the least we're going to a Super Bowl party. Even if it is just in spirit everyone is going.
The relationship we have with our team is truly like no other. I know you have probably heard this so much it has become a cliche' of sorts, but no other sports' team and their fan base have as much in common with each other as we do.
At a time when no other professional sports' team came and when the city of New Orleans felt abandoned, lost, and without hope, the Saints came and the Saints stayed. They gave us something to keep our mind off our troubles and for a few hours on Sundays they gave us something to look forward to.
When the Superdome was full of holes, water, death, and despair, the Saints brought it back to life. God used the Saints to bring us back our faith.
We pray before every game and we say things like "Who Dat" and "We Believe" because we really do have faith in our team, and after 43 years don't think we don't believe in divine intervention.
The Saints believed in the city and they where there for us. So now in Miami for the Black and Gold Super Bowl, we fans will be there for them with our white hankies and 2ND line umbrellas, our Who Dat shirts and Fleur De liscious.
So for now the destination for the Super Bowl may be Miami, but come February 7th it will become WHOVILLE!