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Well, it’s officially Mardi Gras time…the big parades roll in the city starting this weekend. I think they actually start Friday evening…not quite sure.
I’ve decided that, since people keep asking me mardi gras questions and I have a lot of transplants(non-born and raised Nawlins folks) who pass through here and read this blog; to give a few pointers to those who plan on visiting for Mardi Grass…yep, I said grass.
I know it looks all discombobulated and all but, believe it or not, there are some real rules to Mardi Gras that most visitors just don’t get so here they are.
Here’s the most important one…the one that will stop you from getting into a fight.
1. If a rider on a float makes eye contact with you, points at you and says, “here catch”….that don’t make it, YOUR THOW. If I get it before you…it’s mine.
In fact, that’s my job…to get it before you do. Most visitors miss this point and think we are going to just stand there so they can catch the bead or whatever…..NOT! We will straight jack it right outta ya hand if you ain’t holding on to it tight enough.
Don’t get offended…it’s Mardi Gras. If you can’t stand the heat…you know the rest.
2.Please, please, please.! Don’t cross the street while the bands are moving. Wait until the band has passed and then cross. That’s our babies playing those instruments, they can get hurt if you bump them while they are playing. But more importantly for you….YOU don’t want to get hurt.
The chaperones here mean business and will lasso your ass if you even attempt to cross through the band lines…I know…I was a chaperone for many years….I could hook you and throw you back into the crowds faster than you can say…WHO DAT!
3. When you see the bands coming, push back…people here get that and don’t need to be told. Ya can’t stand in the street when the bands are coming..only for the floats. The chaperones will push you back if you don’t move on your own.
St. Aug don’t need no chaperones…everyone here already knows that, Aug don’t break their lines for no one so, if you don’t want to get hit….move back. You’ll get a warning from the color guards after that…be prepared for those mallets to hit you upside the head.
4.Natives are real accommodating to children who can’t see because they are too far back. So if you see me telling a bunch of kids they can stand in front of me…that’s what we do… and race don’t matter much. I’ve had a bunch of white people take my kids to the front of the crowd so they could see and vice versa.
5. Natives are NOT accommodating to grown folks who cross the street and then stand in front of them so they can all of a sudden be in the front of the crowd. Do not do this…cross the street and keep moving. That is, if you don’t want beer poured over your head from the dad who is standing on a ladder looking down watching everything.
Besides, natives and other folks have been out there all day(for Endymion…three days) babysitting “their spot” and now here you come all willy-nilly trying to move in it….it ain’t gonna happen. They gon make you move bruh.
6. If you are trying to catch d0ubloons(that’s the coins they throw)….don’t reach down with your hand!!
We will step on it!!!!!!
No offense but, everyone here was raised that way. When they throw doubloons from the floats…YOU STOMP the doubloon first, wait until the crowd eases up a bit and then bend down and pick it up.
7. No one owns the neutral ground…that’s the median to other folks. That’s why it’s called “neutral ground” here. People always ask how can they buy a spot on the median…ya can’t. First come, first serve basis…find a spot…stake your claim…and there ya go.
8. Happy Mardi Gras is an actual greeting here…it’s like saying Merry Christmas to everyone…use it and you’ll begin to blend in.
9. Yeah, we eat heavy meals like ribs, jambalaya, beans, chicken, burgers,crawfish,etc. at 7am…it’s mardi gras.
Popeyes start selling chicken at like 4am on Mardi Gras Day…go get some!
10.We don’t do that “show your tits” thing on the parade route…that’s where the families are. Go to the Quarters with the rest of the perv’s if that’s your intent. We have kids out here on the route…out here, we’re grilling, boiling, eating and having fun. No one cares about your girls….
I am sure I forgot some…natives, let me know which and I’ll be sure to post.
Other than that, chill out and enjoy Mardi Gras!
Mardi Gras 2010 will be extra special that’s for sure!
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Dear Miami: Get ready for the Who Dat Nation coming for the Super Bowl
By Mark Lorando, The Times-Picayune
February 01, 2010, 5:06AM
saints-fans-miami.JPGScott Threlkeld / The Times-PicayuneSaints fans celebrate the overtime win for the NFC Championship on Jan. 24 — and the chance to go to Miami.
The Saints are coming. And so are we, their loyal, long-suffering and slightly discombobulated Super Bowl-bound fans.
While there’s still time to prepare — although a few hard-core Who Dats will begin trickling in Monday, most of us won’t arrive until Thursday or Friday — we thought we’d give you a heads-up about what you should expect.
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.
New Orleans was a drinking town long before the Saints drove us to drink. But it turns out beer tastes better when you’re winning. (Who knew?) So let’s just say we’re thirsty for more than a championship; adjust your stockpiles accordingly.
And look. When we ask you for a go-cup, be nice to us. We don’t even know what “open container law” means. Is that anything like “last call”?
It’s Carnival season in New Orleans (that’s Mardi Gras to you), and we’ll be taking the celebration on the road. So don’t be startled if you walk past us and we throw stuff at you; that’s just our way of saying hello.
Oh, and sorry in advance about those beads we leave dangling from your palm trees. We just can’t help ourselves.
February is also crawfish season, and you can be sure that more than one enterprising tailgater will figure out a way to transport a couple sacks of live mudbugs and a boiling pot to Miami.
When the dude in the ‘Who Dat’ T-shirt asks if you want to suck da head and pinch da tail, resist the urge to punch him. He’s not propositioning you. He’s inviting you to dinner.
And if you see a big Cajun guy who looks exactly like an old Saints quarterback walking around town in a dress … don’t ask. It’s a long story.
We know that crowd control is a major concern for any Super Bowl host city. Our advice? Put away the riot gear.
Reason No. 1: Indianapolis is going to lose, and their fans are way too dull to start a riot.
Reason No. 2: New Orleans showed the world on Sunday that we know how to throw a victory party. We don’t burn cars. We dance on them.
Reason No. 3: Even if we did lose, which we won’t, leaving the stadium would be like leaving a funeral, and our typical response to that is to have a parade.
Speaking of which: If you happen to see a brass band roll by, followed by a line of folks waving their handkerchiefs, you’re not supposed to just stand there and watch. As our own Irma Thomas would say, get your backfield in motion.
And hey, Mister DJ! Yes, we know you’ve already played that stupid Ying Yang Twins song 10 times tonight, but indulge us just one more time.
To us, “Halftime (Stand Up and Get Crunk)” isn’t just a song; it’s 576 points of good memories. It’s the sound of a Drew Brees touchdown pass to Devery Henderson, a Pierre Thomas dive for first down on 4th-and-1, a Garrett Hartley field goal sailing through the uprights in overtime.
It’s what a championship sounds like. You may get sick of hearing it. We won’t. Encore, dammit.
Inside Sun Life Stadium, you may find your ears ringing more than usual. We’re louder than other fans. Seven thousand of ours sound like 70,000 of theirs.
Don’t believe us? Ask the 12th man in the Vikings huddle.
Some people think it’s just the Dome that heightens our volume. But you’re about to discover a little secret: We can scream loud enough to make your head explode, indoors or out.
It’s not the roof. It’s the heart.
Well, OK, and the beer.
Don’t be surprised if there are more Saints fans outside the stadium than inside. A lot of us are coming just to say we were part of history, even if we can’t witness it up close. The Saints are family to us, and you know how it is with family: We want to be there for them, whether they really need us or not. Because we know our presence will mean something to them, whether they can see us or not.
Come to think of it, seeing as how you’re taking us in for the week, we pretty much regard you as family, too. So we’re warning you now: If you’re within hugging distance, you’re fair game.
Hugging strangers is a proud Who Dat tradition, right up there with crying when we win.
Most sports fans cry when their teams lose. Not us. We’ve been losing gracefully and with good humor for 43 years. Tragedy and disappointment don’t faze us. It’s success that makes us go to pieces.
Hurricane Katrina? We got that under control. The Saints in the Super Bowl? SOMEBODY CALL A PARAMEDIC!!!
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.
The Who Dat Nation
This adorable prayer was in The Times-Picayune on Tuesday. I had to put it on here for all of my people who are out of state.
A Playoff Prayer for the Who Dat Nation.
Good and gracious God,
just as the nation of Israel stood on the banks of the river Jordan, we the Who Dat Nation now stand on the banks of the Mississippi, filled with joyful anticipation. We stand on these banks looking back from whence we came. Although we do not share a history of slavery in Egypt, we do share a common history of pain and heartache.
We remember the National Football League Season of 1980 and our downtrodden days of 1-and-15. We repent for our shameful past of wearing bags on our heads, forgetting that you were on our side. We recall the days when instead of looking forward to the playoffs, we could only look at each other and tearfully say, “Wait ’til next year.”
Indeed, we have been through a long journey through the desert of athletic despair. But as we stand on these banks today, we know that our days in the desert are over.
Just like the Hebrew children, our 40 years of wandering in the desert have come to an end. With eyes of faith, we can see the promised land!
We can taste the Super Bowl! And, yes Lord, we believe.
Lord,it is our time to claim the blessings that you promised our ancestors. In the name of Hap Glaudi, Jim Finks and Buddy Diliberto we now claim our rightful place among the elite teams in the NFL.
Through the prayers and guidance of our elders Tom and Gayle Benson, and the leadership of Rita Benson LeBlanc, we have become the strong nation that you, our God, have always intended us to be.
We, the Who Dat Nation, are ready to do what was often considered impossible. We are ready to march around the city of New Orleans, as Joshua marched around Jericho. We are ready to band together in a spirited dance, as David did in Jerusalem. We are ready to walk together united, as the Israelites walked across the dry bed of the river Jordan. But, we need you to hold back the waters of doubt, just as you held back the waters of the Jordan.
Endowed with Your amazing grace, we formally begin our march to the Super Bowl!
With the faith of our ancestors, we call down the power of God to strengthen our players and coaches.
With the courage of our elders, we call down the angels to guard them from major injuries.
With four decades of hope, we call down the heavenly saints to lead the New Orleans Saints onto the battlefield of the gridiron.
We thank you for giving us a taste of what is to come. But, now we are ready for the banquet. We have proven ourselves worthy of your grace. Now, through your providence, may we, the Who Dat Nation, finally reach the Promised Land.
The Rev. R. Tony Ricard
Pastor, Our Lady Star of the Sea Parish
Brees named King of Bacchus
NEW ORLEANS — Quarterback Drew Brees will soon be presiding over a new krewe.
The New Orleans Saints player — already considered royalty by many in this football-crazed city — has been named King of Bacchus.
Brees made the announcement via Twitter on Saturday. It was later confirmed by the Krewe Bacchus, known for its celebrity kings.
The Bacchus parade is set to roll Feb. 14, two days before Mardi Gras and a week after the Super Bowl. With the Saints 12-0 heading into Sunday’s game with the Atlanta Falcons, fans have high hopes their team will make it to the championship.
BLESS YOU BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!
HERE’S WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST OF LUCK FOR THAT
GO GET’EM BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, Mitch Landrieu has finally decided to run for mayor..again. It’s a good thing for me because, I wasn’t too impressed with any of the folks I’ve seen so far. Last mayoral election, I campained for Mitch…why? Because I thought he was the best person to help the city. I am not into that “we gotta help the black people stay in power positions in New Orleans no matter what” mentality. Sometimes, the best person for the job may not share the same shade of skin as you do.
We need a mayor who has a true love for this city, we need a mayor who will get the job done because, the rebuilding process is taking far too long. We need someone who knows the dynamics of politics without getting caught up in “trappings” of the political arena.
Thanks for putting your name in the hat Mitch.
JOB WELL DONE.
Ok, I just have to say that Robert Meachem is my hero for this week. He just looked so smooth stripping that ball away, you could almost hear him saying; “give me that damn ball.”