If there’s one thing that being a Saints fan for all of these years has taught me is that you must have a sense of humility to make it through the ups and downs of life.  Things can be taken away, but things can be given back in return.  Through catastrophe, there is revival.  Through pain, there is an awakening.  Through misery, there is strength.  There is something about the New Orleans community and that of the state of Louisiana that, all things considered, takes the blows in stride and treats every victory not as a tool for boasting, but as a cause of celebration.  In attempting to find the best in life, we of the New Orleans Saints nation have stood through the worst to get to this point, this great victory.

Even with paper bags on our heads, we still stood strong and still took everything in, in light of the circumstances.  While other cities seem to wallow in their misery, and when the country missed an opportunity to turn a great tragedy into a cultural collaboration, the city of New Orleans tried to lift their spirits and attach itself emotionally to their troublesome franchise.  It may seem illogical to place such a task on a source of entertainment, but sports is perhaps the simplest means of uniting the classes and finding a common interest between separate cultures.  Where kings cheer with peasants, politicians with soldiers, blacks with whites and of course, sinners with Saints.  The Super Bowl was won with a performance that was not as much extraordinary, but almost ordained in its simplicity.  And through the actions of the Saints, the city of New Orleans has ascended to a zenith of celebration; a victory that is at once cultural, political and spiritual.