I am predicting a very, very crazy week.
Having never been a part of a winning football team (who are on their way to the Superbowl) and the all hoop-la that comes with the distinction, I am now very curious how the other cities react when their team making it to the BIG GAME.
Do they have parades of men in dresses, with handbags and cocktails? Nope. I bet they don't. Do their local musicians write albums worth of songs in honor of the honor of playing in the Superbowl? I doubt it.
I love this:
http://www.nola.com/saints/index.ssf/2010/02/dear_miami.html
It was the cover of the newspaper this morning!! (some of my favorite parts)
Dear Miami,
"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."
"Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win."
"So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ... disoriented.
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"
Do they have parades of men in dresses, with handbags and cocktails? Nope. I bet they don't. Do their local musicians write albums worth of songs in honor of the honor of playing in the Superbowl? I doubt it.
I love this:
http://www.nola.com/saints/index.ssf/2010/02/dear_miami.html
It was the cover of the newspaper this morning!! (some of my favorite parts)
Dear Miami,
"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."
"Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win."
"So anyway, don't let the tears of joy freak you out. We're just ... disoriented.
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"