I didn’t plan it. It just happened.

I think I’m a New Orleans Saints fan.

It just so happened I was in the Big Easy for the Saints’ play-off game against the Vikings. I thought, “Well, isn’t this nice.” Get to be around town watching all the hoopla before the Saints and the Vikings hit the field. Wouldn’t it be great to see all those happy people rooting for their teams.

Then slowly, but surely I was sucked into the “Who Dat Nation.” I wasn’t even sure about all this “Who Dat” bidness, but it was explained to me by an oh-so-nice fan. As a matter a fact, a lot of their fans were really nice, and they wear really great gear…like beads and feather boas and fancy umbrellas. I like all that. A lot.

When their team won in overtime–and it was an exciting game–the town just about exploded. They danced in the streets and honked their horns. I admit all of the sudden I was dancing with them (is it “second lining?”) and screaming “Who dat” at perfect strangers.

Those Saint fans are happy people who care alot about their team, but also took time to thank the Vikings for showing up and playing such a great game. What southern hospitality!

So Feb. 7th–Superbowl Sunday, you’ll know me. I’ll be wearing black and gold, sporting as many beads as the legal limit will allow and screaming “who dat.”