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Saturday, February 6, 2010

An open letter from Saints fans to Miami...and it is for true!

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

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

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

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

So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ...

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

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