Following the conclusion of the Week 12 Thursday night game between the New Orleans Saints and the Atlanta Falcons, the NFL Network began their post-game coverage and analysis from their makeshift studio set up somewhere along the sidelines down on the field. This is pretty standard, but it is what happened about two minutes into their analysis that stuck with me.
Just as the Thursday night team was beginning to talk about the Matt Bryant field goal attempt and Sean Payton icing him with a timeout, you could hear Saints fans from inside the Georgia Dome begin to yell the “Who Dat” chant. It started slowly and was barely audible, but it was loud and clear within a few seconds. In fact, I had a little bit of trouble listening to the post-game coverage because the chanting had gotten so loud and, well, it was humorous to me as well.
It just kind of stuck with me for a bit. Maybe it was the humor of the situation, or perhaps it was a little bit of pride. However you want to describe it, it was a good feeling and reminded me of why I chose to become a Saints fan in the first place.
Saints fans love their team like no other. I have talked about this briefly before. There is just something about the team, the city and the people that is special. Having originally been born and lived in Illinois for my early years, many are more than a little confused when I say that I am a Saints fan and not a Chicago Bears fan.
Sure, I will root for my home-state Bears if the opportunity arises, but it is New Orleans all the way for me. I first visited the city about a year after Katrina and instantly fell in love. There is just something about the people, the history, the music, the food and the soul of the Crescent City. When a Saints fan meets another Saints fan outside of Louisiana, it seems like an instant bond is formed.
I am not advocating fans of other teams to defect and became Who Dats, but if you ever have the opportunity to visit the Big Easy, please do so. You won’t be disappointed.