Ain’ts no more!!

This is a post so long overdue, a non-fan put up his own thoughts about watching the Saints in Phnom Penh. Thanks John! My interest in the Saints was piqued because after 43 years of solid mismanagement and dysfunction, this team is a study in how to lead a disparate group of "rejects" to success. Drew Brees was cast off from San Diego. Reggie Bush was passed over by Houston. Jonathan Vilma was expendable as a Jet. Pierre Thomas wasn't considered a draftable NFL prospect. Marques Colston was drafted... in the seventh round. Only so many bad breaks can happen to a group of young men. Right? I also found that unlike many sports where the sheer simplicity of a game is pure agony to watch for its lack of mental stimulation, … [Read more...]

Saints the Soul of America’s City by Wright Thompson

Because I need to preserve this beautiful piece by Wright Thompson, Saints the Soul of America's City, for later reading, in its entirety: NEW ORLEANS -- The soul of New Orleans is in a trumpet and a low-ceilinged bar. It's in the free red beans in the back. It's in the art hanging near the food that has two dogs howling at a New Orleans Saints moon. It's in the voice of Kermit Ruffins, two hours into his standing Thursday night gig at a packed club hidden in the neighborhood behind the French Quarter, the place weathered and peeling like the side of a workingman's boat. He plays a song he wrote, "All I Want for Christmas Is the Saints in the Super Bowl," and the crowd dances and sings all the words. When he takes a break, he … [Read more...]

Kermit Ruffins’ A Saints Christmas

Here's a great piece by jazz trumpeter Kermit Ruffins. All I want for Christmas is the Saints in the Superbowl! Who dat wear that Black and Gold! Geaux Saints!! Here's a list of other Saints-inspired covers, including an awesome number by Hunter McGregor from MySpace, Here We Go, Soldiers of the Black and Gold. … [Read more...]

New Orleans Saints at the Superdome

It'll be almost five years that I've been working in Phnom Penh. Like other nomads there is no "home" for me. I miss the familiar comforts of family and friends and a community built around a settled life. I miss the food, the law and order, and the extensive range of entertainment and options. But while memories of my time in New Orleans is not as extensive as those of my husband's who grew up on its outskirts, of all places I've lived it is this much maligned, recently battered and often misunderstood city that inspired most my imagination. Here in this city was one of the more waking periods of my life - my greatest risks and biggest mistakes, and some very big decisions. Photos by Keith Kelly. This year on our visit back we were … [Read more...]