WHO DAT!
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Bodean
Hot Damn
I'd love to own a beer distributor in the Big Easy for the next few weeks!
HO
LEEE
COWWWWWWW!!!
What a freakin game.
Brother Paul was getting back from Atalanta just after the game ended. As he went thru the Stack at the I-20 / I-55 interchange, he was amazed at the gridlock heading south on both 55 and 49.
Who Dat?
LEEE
COWWWWWWW!!!
What a freakin game.
Brother Paul was getting back from Atalanta just after the game ended. As he went thru the Stack at the I-20 / I-55 interchange, he was amazed at the gridlock heading south on both 55 and 49.
Who Dat?
I am already down here! give me a shout and we can all hang out!
Bodean
Hot Damn
Letter from the Who Dat Nation that was supposedly sent to Miami.
Dear 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 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 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.
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 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.
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 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. Pass the Kleenex. Hoist the trophy.
See you at the victory party.
Faithfully yours,
The Who Dat Nation
Dear 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 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 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.
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 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.
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 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. Pass the Kleenex. Hoist the trophy.
See you at the victory party.
Faithfully yours,
The Who Dat Nation
WHO DAT !!!
After a week of celebrating and enjoying the Lombardi Gras, we had one more parade in us, Bacchus. After we say Drew Brees, we decided to get something to eat. Walking by Harrah's Hotel Sheila noticed that some people were taking alot of pictures of someone. I noticed a shiny thing in the person's hand. So i got as close to it as possible and managed to touch it... my moment of Zen
After a week of celebrating and enjoying the Lombardi Gras, we had one more parade in us, Bacchus. After we say Drew Brees, we decided to get something to eat. Walking by Harrah's Hotel Sheila noticed that some people were taking alot of pictures of someone. I noticed a shiny thing in the person's hand. So i got as close to it as possible and managed to touch it... my moment of Zen
Yeah but he outwrestled me for the Lombardi trophy
.. Something about 43 years to get it ..
Brother Paul ran into Coach P at Ruth Chris in N.O. today. Paul talked Coach into letting him hold it!
Coach Peyton carrying the Lombardi Trophy around with him everywhere he goes is just fantastic. I've never heard of a coach sharing the joy like this. There must be millions of pictures of him all over New Orleans with his trophy. Thats so freakin cool!
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Coach Peyton carrying the Lombardi Trophy around with him everywhere he goes is just fantastic. I've never heard of a coach sharing the joy like this. There must be millions of pictures of him all over New Orleans with his trophy. Thats so freakin cool!
Bodean
Hot Damn
That damn Paul! He did tell him that he could still strap a head gear (jack crystal) on if he needed him didn't he?
Hot Damn you know it!
That is so cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
sweet!
EACH player is supposed to have possession of the trophy for a week. So there will be more chances to touch, hold, or drool on the trophy. Before Sean (yes we are on a first name basis) left Miami he let all the fans surrounding the him before he boarded the plane to touch the trophy. I havent heard of any other coach doing that.
How cool is it to be a player and be completely loved by the entire city and then some. You have seen other Super bowl victory party parades but none of em compared to the one in N'awlins. i can picture Drew Brees talking to Tom Brady and thinking to himself (because he is a classy guy) you may have won some Superbowls but you didn't win it FOR New Orleans and celebrate IN New Orleans. Its got to help getting new players. You win in New Orleans and you will be Immortal. My Mom knows most of the roster for pete's sake!
EACH player is supposed to have possession of the trophy for a week. So there will be more chances to touch, hold, or drool on the trophy. Before Sean (yes we are on a first name basis) left Miami he let all the fans surrounding the him before he boarded the plane to touch the trophy. I havent heard of any other coach doing that.
How cool is it to be a player and be completely loved by the entire city and then some. You have seen other Super bowl victory party parades but none of em compared to the one in N'awlins. i can picture Drew Brees talking to Tom Brady and thinking to himself (because he is a classy guy) you may have won some Superbowls but you didn't win it FOR New Orleans and celebrate IN New Orleans. Its got to help getting new players. You win in New Orleans and you will be Immortal. My Mom knows most of the roster for pete's sake!
Bodean
Hot Damn
I knew it!