GET READY MIAMI! WHO DAT NATION IS COMING TO TOWN!
by, 02-04-2010 at 06:34 PM (1212 Peeps)
I'm sure some of you may have read this article from the Times- Picayune a
couple of days ago, but I thought it was really witty and well-written,
so I wanted to share...
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 hard-core 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
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
We know that crowd control is a major concern for any Super Bowl host
city. Our advice? Put away the riot gear.
Reason No. 1: Indianapolis is going to lose, and their fans are way too
dull to start a riot.
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
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
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. Some
people think it's just the Dome that heightens our volume. But you're
about to discover a little secret: We can scream loud enough to make
your head explode, indoors or out. It's not the roof. It's the heart.
Well, OK, and the beer.
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
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
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. Pass the Kleenex. Hoist the trophy. See you at the victory party.
The Who Dat Nation
Susan Poag / The Times-Picayune