One city. One love. One team.
Thousands of people from all walks of life; from the dock workers to the lawyers and the chefs and musicians; all sharing in one dream. It’s been 40-plus years in the making, but as the old adage goes; the older the berry, the sweeter the juice.
I’m not sure whether or not you heard the news, but the New Orleans Saints are going to the Super Bowl.
I believe. Faith. Hope.
These aren’t just words we throw around loosely; not cutesy little catch phrases marketed and packaged for the tourist dollar. They are words that are spoken from the truest, deepest recesses of our hearts. They are words that sing from our souls like a steel blues guitar or a rustic, yet shiny saxophone.
Ours is an indomitable, resilient spirit. We may be the city that care forgot, but we’ll never be the city that forgot how to care. It shows in everything we do, in everything that we are.
It’s as timeless as our traditions, as the majestic live oaks that line our avenues and boulevards. It’s as real and as strong in its resolve as the wrought iron fences that adorn St. Charles, listless and still. It’s the pulse of a people, vibrant and electric. It’s who we are and what we do.
One city. One love. One team.
One Dream - Geaux Saints.
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You hit the nail right on the head, 100%. It’s more than just a city following its team.