Admittedly I'm not a Saints fan, in fact far from it. Yet I can respect the way the fans react to their team. The last time I was anywhere near the Super Dome, I was waiting for my aunt to check in her ticket for the Saints v Cowboys game. What I saw there completey amazed me. There were people who painted their bodies black and gold from head to toe, people in Saint's baby diapers, really just a menagerie of CRAZY people! Since I didn't have a ticket, I hit Bourbon with my mom. Dressed in my Cowboys gear I realized, New Orleans is a hostile place for a non-fan. Equipped with nothing but my biting sarcasm and sheer determination to prove everyone wrong, I was ready for battle on Bourbon. With the Saints' defeat, I saw no change in morale, according to fans, the Saints were still on top.
A month later, and on their way to the Superbowl, the Saints are a seemingly indomitable force. They can't be hassled, won't be stopped and are a force to be reckoned with. That description was solely about the fans. I think the Saints fans define the people who inhabit New Orleans. After everything that has happened in this city, the fervor that surrounds what was a once the worst team in the league is almost insane. And yet it makes sense here.
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