Last Sunday, against my better judgment, I went to Bourbon Street and stood amidst the drunken Saints fans, the wild Mardi Gras partiers, and the terrified European tourists. At 9AM the streets were packed with Drew Brees jerseys, black and gold painted faces, and the choral shouts of "Who Dat's?". While I was waiting for a slice of pizza (my wild indulgence – whew, I am so outta control!), I heard 4 hip-hop rap songs about the Saints winning the Super bowl. These were actual professional recordings about the current happenings of a football team. Weird. There was also a Mardi Gras parade marching down Canal Street at 11AM. I downed my pizza, took some pictures, and ran back to our sailing vessel (what I thought was a safe shelter from the festivities). However, when I got back on the ship, every television in every lounge and bar was blaring the game. The 800-seat theater on board had a giant movie screen airing the game. By 6PM the theater was packed with Saints fans and the familiar sent of beer. I clearly don’t have any interest in sports, but this was one time that I hoped the Saints would win. (Spoiler Alert): They did. Duh. If they hadn’t won, I think there would have been some brawls on the boat. Amen.
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