The first week of Mardi Gras month was taken up in a mixture of excitement combining the Saints and Mardi Gras. The whole state was buzzing about the Saints going to the big bowl for the first time. New songs were written; sports talk shows were filled with pomp and prophecy; fantasy and doubt were a steady mixture that drugged the whole area. The "who dat" controversy got going and that created enough of a stir to get our two senators involved with the NFL and for national news shows to take notice.
If there are football gods then how could they not be for a football team carrying the name Saints. Also how could these same gods not favor a team that had been wandering in the NFL wilderness for forty three years. It just had to be that they would inherit the promised land this time. I was not a pro fan but I still hoped that the wandering in the wilderness of ineptness, embarrassment, mental fringe coaches, an owner from the far side, and a ruined and ravaged city would finally catch the magic ring. That week before the big bowl was unique in weather also. It was cold; it was rainy; it was foggy; there were rumors of a winter mix showing up; there was also a rumor of snow. It seems that even the weather was getting in on the confusion and that Mardi Gras would have to fend for itself.
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