The Saints Are Marching Back In
I'm watching the Saints pregame show as they play their first game in the Superdome. I'm watching with such mixed emotions. I remember seeing the Superdome as I drove into the city, the sign on the side welcoming the Saints back. The sinners had already gone.
The stadium is full of fans...by one count, one quarter of the population of the city. People whose houses my still be wrecked, whose neighborhoods are empty, whose lives have been tempest tossed. But they came to watch their team and cheer with their neighbors are show us all that the city may be down but it is not out.
From the screen, it feels a lot like the feeling I got talking to the folks I met down there.
This game won't gut houses or rebuild or hurry an insurance check. But maybe for tonight folks can come together over the sweet heartbreak for their home team in a new Dome and get distracted for a few hours.
The sight of The Edge, Green Day and a brass band playing When September Ends.... a natural metaphor for the melange of cultures that made this city and that has remade it over generations.
Irma Thomas and Allen Toussaint playing the national anthem, putting a little jazz into it. Sweet.
Tonight, maybe, the sun has begun to shine. A new day, full of hope. Hopefully.
Check out Edge's work to help NOLA musicians.
The stadium is full of fans...by one count, one quarter of the population of the city. People whose houses my still be wrecked, whose neighborhoods are empty, whose lives have been tempest tossed. But they came to watch their team and cheer with their neighbors are show us all that the city may be down but it is not out.
From the screen, it feels a lot like the feeling I got talking to the folks I met down there.
This game won't gut houses or rebuild or hurry an insurance check. But maybe for tonight folks can come together over the sweet heartbreak for their home team in a new Dome and get distracted for a few hours.
The sight of The Edge, Green Day and a brass band playing When September Ends.... a natural metaphor for the melange of cultures that made this city and that has remade it over generations.
Irma Thomas and Allen Toussaint playing the national anthem, putting a little jazz into it. Sweet.
Tonight, maybe, the sun has begun to shine. A new day, full of hope. Hopefully.
Check out Edge's work to help NOLA musicians.
posted by Elizabeth at
6:41 PM
1 Comments:
Elizabeth,
Sorry it took so long to write this, it's been a little crazy but your assessment of the Saints game was great. I was really impressed with the way the current situation in NO was handled and the effort that went into explaining the work that still needs to be done.
At the actual game could'nt have been better. At least for a few hours, the residents of NO had something to rejoice about and be proud of. Go Saints!!!
DB
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