The Atlanta Falcons can eat my boogers. I cried during the second line at the beginning - so symbolic - and again during the Green Day/U2 concert - how random - and again watching the Saints march in to the Superdome. That's one of the most wonderful sights I've ever seen. Seriously, that first touchdown pretty much made me forget my day. I love the Saints. I love the Superdome. I love that New Orleans shut down early to attend this game. I love Saints fans, especially when they're booing Grandpa Morten. I love that this game is the top news story on Yahoo right now. I love New Orleans.
I know a lot of you won't understand why this game, of all Saints games, made me feel so good. It's not that they won (although that helps). It's that the Superdome is a symbol of New Orleans - so much more than the Bourbon Street sign, the fleur-de-lis, the Mardi Gras masks. It's a symbol of New Orleans' economy and strength, and having seen that symbol broken was a serious blow to the morale of New Orleanians. It's back, stronger than ever, and the roof was blown off once again not by wind but by the spirit of New Orleanians. We love our Saints, and we love our Dome. To have them together again after nearly 2 years - it's just a wonderful thing.
I gotta go before I get all happy weepy. GEAUX SAINTS!!!!
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