Bourbon Street after Saints win
I was at the Saints’ first playoff victory in 2001. On the way out, walking along the concourse, we were high-fiving perfect strangers as they walked in the other direction. Last night, my parents called me as they drove home from where they’d gone to watch the game. I could hear people yelling, cars honking, and fireworks cracking.
That’s pretty neat.
That was awesome! I lived in New Orleans for 6 years and have been a Saints fan my whole life – I never thought this day would come. Geaux Saints! Who Dat!