The Superdome

The Superdome was ridiculous. 70,000 people yelling and screaming for 3+ hours. That's 1/3 the current population of New Orleans. I felt like I was at the Super Bowl. I am so pumped I bought season tickets...easily one of the best purchases I've ever made. The Saints look legit this year, but it's still too early to tell...they are, after all, still the Saints (or the Ain'ts, depending on one's mood). Bourbon Street looked good after the game, too, like it should be, which is to say sloppy and filthy and loud and stupid. But in a good way.

It's funny how a game can do so much for a city, but I have a new-found level of respect for sports and the NFL in particular, which I think has possibly done the most good for New Orleans than any one organization since Katrina. It is extremely therapeutic to yell and scream and feel good for three hours...it's not unlike the Rhythmic Roots concerts/drum circles that happen every other week in the courtyard of St. Augustine's church - people getting together in large numbers and being loud and happy. Sometimes it's good to just let it all out. And to do it in what became the symbol of the city after the storm, well, that's all the more fitting, really.

Be a Saint.