I've been thinking about the distinction between Who Dats and "New Dats." I'm one who falls into the latter category.
See, I was sitting pretty high and dry in Chicago when Katrina happened. But I had a memory of my own: the Oklahoma City Bombing.
I understand that 9/11 and Katrina made OKC pretty irrelevant, but watching from my safe northern television made me remember certain things. Like people coming together. You see, April 19, 1995 was my twentieth birthday. And here I was, a dumb college kid, in Norman, Oklahoma, and I didn't know what to do...?
So when Katrina struck the Gulf, I knew somewhere in my heart that I had to move to New Orleans.
I left Chicago. I laid down plaster and drywall. I cut sheets of marble that would be kitchen tile. I worked in the seventh and ninth wards (and probably others I can't number).
And on that September day in 2006, when that kick got blocked, I became forever and ever a Saints fan.
So I get that there are many of you guys who were Saints fan well before the storm. I get that you call some of us "New Dats." Certainly history proves out your courage.
For that reason, yeah, I will always give you props. But please don't question those of us who are newer. Those who are wannabes will come and go. Those of us who will walk into a bar in Norman, Oklahoma wearing a #9 jersey and ask if they've got the game on because it isn't being nationally televised around here ain't going nowhere.
Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?