The spirit of the Saints

First truth: I’ve never really been a fan of professional football. Growing up, I relished Saturday’s college football games and typically napped during the Sunday ones. I have stood by my Tigers and Longhorns, respectively, through the years, through good seasons and bad, but have never really thrown more than a passing thought to the NFC or AFC, and like many others, really only watch the Superbowl for the commercials. I have never seen the fuss over Brett Favre, am annoyed by the stories of Tony Romo’s rotating blonde singer girlfriends, and laugh at my boyfriend’s undying allegiance and frustrations with his Browns.

But boy do I love those Saints right now.

For those of you that know a little about me, it makes sense that if I were to root for any NFL team, it would be the Saints. Born in Louisiana, it didn’t matter that I moved to Texas at five, and then Ohio at the age of seven – there was no way I was going to become a Bengals fan. As much of my family are die-hard LSU fans, many are die-hard Saints fans, even when they were the Aints. But for me, a mostly non-fan of the NFL, my Saints’ fandom was sparse, more of a check-in here and there to make sure they were still out there, still kicking. Besides, they don’t really show Saints games in Ohio.

But today, the Saints are playing in the Superbowl. And I am a fan. I am even throwing a party, my first Superbowl party ever, complete with gumbo and king cake. Last year, I fell asleep on the couch during the big game. This year, I will be rooting until the very last seconds, because those Saints have a way of coming back when you least expect it.

Just like the people of New Orleans have since Katrina.

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Waterfalls and footballs

This weekend I headed up to a long-planned and long-awaited long weekend with Dan in New York. After a relaxing day and night in Syracuse of bowling and drinks with his friends, we headed up to Niagara Falls on Saturday. We stopped on the American side first to see the falls from that side (American, Bridal, Horseshoe), and to ride the Maid of the Mist, the boat that takes you right out to the falls amidst the roaring sound of the water, the giant rainbows, and watery sprays of mist that fell on top of our plastic ponchos.

Then we headed to the Canadian side and walked around the casino and some shops before having dinner at The Keg, a well-known steakhouse. We literally ran back a half mile to the hotel after the dinner (full of steak, shrimp, and mashed potatoes) to watch the LSU-Florida football game. We made it back breathless and cold, but we had only missed 30 seconds and one play.We ended up warming up in this huge jacuzzi tub in our room (yeah upgrade!).

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