Showing posts with label Saints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Saints. Show all posts

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Who Dat prayer for da Saints' season


Lord of All Saints,

For many decades, the Who Dat Nation has triumphantly sung, "We Want to Be in That Number, When the Saints Go Marching In!" Our song originated among the enslaved Americans, and has taken on added meaning as we look at our lives, our region and our beloved New Orleans Saints.

In the Book of Revelation 7:9, we hear about "A great multitude, which no one could count, from every nation, race, people and tongue. They stood before the throne and before the Lamb, wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands." They were praising you in all your goodness and celebrating their triumph over evil.

When one of the Elders asked, "Who are these wearing white robes and where did they come from?", you let everyone know that, "These are the ones who have survived the time of great distress." They rejoiced with you because they had survived. They were the Saints who were marching in!

Today, Lord, like that great multitude, we stand before you rejoicing because we too have survived our time of great distress. From the devastation of great hurricanes to the unjust disdain of others, we have been attacked on many sides. We have had to stand tall while defending the integrity that made us World Champions. Even though we have had to fight battles on the football field and in the court of public opinion, we have proven that we are modern Saints and we are marching in, too.

We, the Who Dat Nation, have emerged from our distress with smiles on our faces and a renewed drive in our hearts. We are ready to reclaim our rightful place as champions of our division, our conference and the entire National Football League. The world had better watch out because the New Orleans Saints are Marching In!

Today, we call your blessing down upon all who take part in our march. Send down your Holy Spirit with all of your divine gifts to empower the Who Dat Nation to march stronger than ever before.

Send the gift of Wisdom upon Tom and Gayle Benson, Rita Benson LeBlanc, Mickey Loomis and all our staff. Help them to choose wisely the paths down which we march.
Send the gifts of Understanding and Right Judgment to Sean Payton, Joe Vitt, Pete Carmichael, Rob Ryan, Greg McMahon and all our coaches. Allow them to make the right calls that will defend us on the football field and forge new paths to victory.

Send the gifts of Knowledge and Courage to Drew Brees, Zach Strief, Malcolm Jenkins, Curtis Lofton, Thomas Morstead, Will Herring and all of our players. Grant them the necessary grace to play to the best of their abilities and march triumphantly from end zone to end zone.

Send the gifts of Reverence, Wonder and Awe to all of the Who Dat Faithful. Help us to remember that all of our victorious joy comes directly from you. Through your love, we will continue to hold our heads up high as we march with our Saints to the Super Bowl.

Through your grace, St. Francis Cabrini, St. Katherine Drexel, Blessed Francis Seelos, Blessed John Paul II and the Venerable Henriette Delille joined that great multitude in heaven. Through the intercession of our heavenly Saints, may we stand strong in the face of adversity, stand proud in the face of challenge and stand humble in the face of your love.
Together, may we always be in that number When the Saints Go Marching In!
Amen!

By R. Tony Ricard
Copyright Times-Picayune

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Fr. Tony prays once again for the Who Dats

Drew Brees praying for a win. Photo: Michael DeMocker
God of All Grace, on this sacred day, the Who Dat Nation comes before you giving all honor and praise to you. Standing proud on the gridiron of life, we are grateful for the many highs and lows of our journey in the National Football League.


As members of the New Orleans Saints family, we are owners, administrators, coaches and staff. We are players, trainers, reporters and fans. We are the Who Dat Nation and have vowed to be united through good times and bad.
More than any other NFL community, we know both the joys and pains of loving our team. We have been to the mountaintop as World Champions and wallowed in the deep valley of a single win season. We have packed a million Who Dats on our streets for a Super Bowl parade and yet have worn bags of shame on our heads when times were rough. Whether flying like beautiful pelicans or stinging like pesky mosquitoes, the one thing we have always done is stick together as one Who Dat Nation Under God.
Today, we cry out to you asking that you keep us united as one. The Who Dat Nation is hurting and needs your grace. It was your love that brought us to Super Bowl XLIV and it will be your love that will bring us back to the top of the league again. Today, let us remember that we are the Who Dat Nation. We are strong. We are blessed. We are proud.

Right now, our team needs your strength and our unwavering support to resurrect their season. With your grace, the New Orleans Saints will rise like a phoenix from the ashes. They have all the pieces they need to be victorious. Now, they need your blessings.
Like the many saints in the kingdom of heaven, we cannot expect our players and staff to be perfect. None of your saints were perfect. Each dealt with their own human flaws and personal limitations. We have come to realize that a saint is just a sinner who fell down and got up. Well, like your heavenly saints, we need our New Orleans Saints to rise up from their troubles and claim their places of glory.
On this day, the entire Who Dat Nation cries out to you for strength. From the original ticket holders who burned beneath the sun at Tulane Stadium to the first grade children who shout 'Who Dat" in our schools, we are all praying that you will once again, bless our boys.
We ask that you bless Tom and Gail Benson and Rita Benson LeBlanc. May they continue to guide the Who Dat Nation along the pathway of success.
Bless our general manager, coaches and staff. Allow them to create ideas and plans that lead to great achievements on the field and in the community.
Bless our players. Help each of them play to the best of their ability while remaining free from major injuries.
And, bless our fans, too. May we do our jobs of supporting our team through the peaks and the valleys of this season. May we never forget from whence we came.
Through the intercession of the heavenly New Orleans Saints, St. Francis Cabrini, St. Katharine Drexel, Blessed Francis Seelos, Blessed John Paul II and Servant of God - Mother Henriette Delille, may the New Orleans Saints bring to the football field, the same courage and faith that these Saints brought to the streets of New Orleans.
With your grace, we will always be one Who Dat Nation under God.
Amen!
This prayer was written for NOLA.com and The Times-Picayune by the Rev. R. Tony Ricard,Director of Campus Ministry, St. Augustine High Schooland New Orleans Saints Catholic team chaplain

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Fleur D Licious fires up Saints fans

Photo:  Dinah Rogers, Times-Picayune
By Jeff Duncan, New Orleans Times-Picayune

Denham Springs - Edward Becker salvaged one thing from his Katrina-flooded home inChalmette before contractors leveled it in 2005.

The black jumpsuit and sequined cape he'd worn to the New Orleans Saints' preseason game against the Baltimore Ravens on that fateful August weekend were still hanging in the bathroom where he he'd left them three months earlier. He took the muddy, oil-stained outfit to the dry cleaners and made an impassioned plea.
"I told them, I lost all of my pictures and family valuables - I need this," Becker said. "I don't care what it costs me, I want it cleaned."
Because the dry cleaners did their jobs, Becker was able to do his at Saints games again in 2006. Becker, aka super fan Fleur D Licious, returned to the Superdome and the Saints went on to win the NFC South Division and advance to their first NFC championship game.
Today the outfit hangs in the office of Becker's new home in suburban Baton Rouge. He's long-since replaced it with a new custom-made model. But i the Saints Hall of Fame ever dedicates a wing to its celebrated super fans, Becker's original Fleur De Licious outfit will be its Shroud of Turin.
"I'm just a normal Saints fan but I have this addiction to do this," Becker said. "I need to dress up. It's just my passion for the Saints and the city. That's why I saved it (the outfit)."
To those that know Becker well, the Fleur D Licious incarnation comes as no surprise. TheChalmette native has always been a free spirit, the kind of guy who relished the opportunity to dress up at Halloween parties or on '80s nights. He used to haunt the French Quarter as "Doctor Disco" in white leisure suit and patent leather shoes and was famous for his annual Budweiser-themed Christmas parties.
A diehard Saints fan since birth, he'd always had a fascination with super fans Lionel "Da Pope" Alphonso and Mac "The Quack" Cuenca. When he bought his Saints season tickets in 2002, it was an easy transition from Doctor Disco to Fleur D Licious.
"When it came to the Saints, he's always been a diehard," said childhood buddy Kevin Guerrera. "He's always had a history of partying and dressing up so it was no surprise to any of us when he said he wanted to do this. That's Ed."
Guerrera sketched the outfit and the pair glued sequins to the cape with toothpicks one weekend over beers and Saints rally songs.
The outfit complete, Becker just needed a name to complete his super fan persona. After weeks of contemplation, the lightning bolt occurred to him while he was driving home from work.
"Fleur D Licious just rolled off my tongue," Becker said. "I knew right away. That's it. That's what I'm going to be."
The simplicity of the outfit requires just 15 minutes for Becker to make the Fleur De Licious transformation on game days. The stretchy nylon jumpsuit was custom-made for him by a seamstress. The afro, sunglasses and black leather platform boots were special-ordered from online costume outlets.
A massive gold ring and "FLEUR D" belt buckle complete the outfit. He pins a Super Bowl XLIV pin and buttons of Sean Payton, Drew Brees, Steve Gleason and Buddy Diliberto to his jumpsuit for effect.
"As Ed, I'm pretty much a laid-back guy," said Becker, 38. "When I slip into costume, it's more of an aggression. It's time to do my job as a super fan. It's time to get out there and pump these fans up. I'm not that laid back person as 'Fleur.' I'm more like in freak mode."
On game days, he leaves his house before sunrise and makes the 90-mile commute in full costume sans wig. A police officer once pulled him over and informed Becker that his six-inch afro was a potential safety hazard while he was behind the wheel.
"He said it interfered with my driving because I couldn't see the rear-view mirror," Becker said.
Even without the wig, it's hard to miss Becker on the road. His gold pick-up truck sports a personalized "FLEUR-D" license plate and "I Partied with Fleur D'Licious" bumper sticker.
His traditional pre-game routine starts at Allegro on Poydras Street, strategically located across the street from the Dome. He has served as the unofficial master of ceremonies for the bistro's raucous tailgate party for the past decade, stoking the festivities with dance moves and koozie distribution from his perch atop the DJ speakers.
Afterward, he follows the party wherever it takes him, Magazine StreetSt. Charles Avenue or the French Quarter. He punctuates the countless photo ops with his unofficial mantra, "I do 12-ounce curls for all of my girls."
"You usually can see Ed long before you get to the party," said Katie Hoffman, the manager at Allegro. "He's become a permanent fixture here. We love him. He's definitely a dedicated fan and is very passionate about what he does."
Becker has missed just one home game since buying season tickets in 2002. A bad case of the flu sidelined him for the Nov. 28 Monday night game against the New York Giants last year.
Unlike many of his super fan brethren who are positioned in the front row of the lower sections, Becker does his work on game days in the upper deck. He sits in Section 633 but his domain extends to three adjacent sections.
He often attends road games in full costume for the entire weekend, creating a scene at whatever bar or restaurant he visits as he did this past weekend in Milwaukee and Green Bay, Wis.
"You get a lot of looks, especially from tourists," he said. "They're just like, 'Whoa, what is this?' I'm not sure some of the cities 'get' New Orleans. I've been called Elvis, Superfly, Jimi Hendrix. You just roll with it."
In New Orleans, his celebrity status is well established. His Youtube videos have a cult following and more than 8,000 people have liked his Facebook fan page. He picks a weekly "Fleur D fan of the week" from the ones who submit photos of themselves with him at games. The winner gets an autographed photo and "Drinkin' it up with Fleur D'Licious" koozie.
A baseball team in Texas nicknamed the Saints invited him to attend a game as their official mascot. Strangers imitate him at Halloween parties. A friend had a son attend games with him one year as Mini-Licious.
"I have fans from all over the U.S.," Becker said. "It's crazy. I never thought I'd still be doing this 10 years later."
Becker tries to maintain a low-profile away from Saints games. He rarely if ever mentions his alter-ego in public and regularly attends LSU games as a normal fan. His clients at John Controls know him as the mild-mannered fire security engineer who programs the fire and security alarm systems at their businesses. His neighbors in the Westminster subdivision of Denham Springs had never seen him in costume until last week when he stepped outside for a session with photographers. The impromptu photo shoot ignited a mini-scene as neighbors raced for their cameras to pose for photos.
"I love having a famous neighbor," said next-door Lisa Madere, while snapping photos of Becker in costume. "He's a great neighbor. Usually the only time I see him is mowing the grass in his bathing suit."
Becker admitted that he almost hung up his cape three years ago after the Saints' Super Bowl title. The endless partying and countless public appearances exhausted him. But an outcry from friends and fans changed his mind. Now he says he hopes to keep going for another decade.
"So now I'm stuck with being Fleur D Licious," he said kiddingly. "It's an addiction and a dedication that we have for the team and the city. Just like the players put on their helmets and their cleats and their uniforms, I slip into my jump suit, pull on my wig and glasses. My job is to get my section and other sections fired up. Just like the Saints job is to go out there and to win for us."

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Drew Brees finally accepts offer

Jodie Trainor and Reese pose with Saints quarterback Drew Brees at training camp.
The city was breathless waiting for Drew Brees to decide if $2 zillion was enough to sign another Saints contract. I know that it is important to the city to win football games. It makes people happy and want to spend money. People buy drinks and dinner and stay overnight in hotels. Saints' victories has made other Americans think better about New Orleans and New Orleanians feel better about themselves. I just don't understand why Drew needs so much money.

Now he will earn more than any quarterback ever. Or maybe more than any football player ever. So, he'll have a nest egg for retirement and college tuition for the kids. And his wife won't have to take a job.

Many people wrote into the newspaper, saying we could spend that same money to build schools! or hospitals! help the elderly and the indigent! Others insisted that Drew deserved every penny and shouldn't settle for less.

Apparently, he didn't have to. We still love him even though he earns more than almost anyone in the United States except maybe Donald Trump.

I know he's good looking and upbeat. Who wouldn't be if they had that life. Of course, you can't play football forever. And there are the injuries to consider.

I guess he'd better play well and win those games. Otherwise, it will be money down the drain.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

New Orleanians are good losers

Letters to the New Orleans Times-Picayune Editor


BETTER TO WAIT 'TILL NEXT YEAR

Dear Southeast Louisiana,

I know it hurts, but don't mope. Would you have wanted a trip to the Super Bowl this year anyway? Would you have wanted to buy a winter coat in addition to that big ticket and a flight and a night in a lonesome hotel room? Imagine the darkness of an Indianapolis night in February. Horrible.

Picture this instead: The biggest block party in the universe. Trumpets and snare drums audible from outer space. A second-line stretching from Poydras to Buras, Bourbon to Bay St. Louis, St. Charles to the state Capitol. The Mississippi River covered in steam from one million pots of bisque, gumbo, jambalaya, beans, greens and Ã©toufeé
.

Super Bowl XLVII is coming to New Orleans and there's a lot of work to do. Make haste. Catch extra fish. Practice your tambourine. Dance in front of the mirror. Ask your governor for a light rail system.

The best is yet to come. Who Dat!
Chris Slaughter, Oxford, Miss.

PERSPECTIVE ON SEASON

Thanks to Mark Lorando and his uplifting column that gave the members of the Who Dat nation a reality check on the Saints 2011 season.

We truly have nothing to be sad or upset about and lots to look forward to in the coming season.

Thanks to the entire Saints organization for a fabulous year and to Mr. Lorando for putting it all in perspective for us!

Lyn Dickmann, New Orleans

GLASS IS FULL OF MEMORIES

The Saints had an amazing year. Records were broken, and the players played their hearts out. The Who Dat Nation is proud of their Saints.

This season was filled with excitement. The team was the highlight of many conversations.

To that end, I found it disappointing that the only thing a letter writer could say was, 'The Saints still can't break the 49ers jinx' It's a shame that his glass is only half empty.

Johnnie Beter, Kenner

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Saints fans keep their heads up!

Mark Lorando, The Times-Picayune

So, New Orleans Saints fans. Are you still in a funk?
Yeah. Me, too.

The Saints' mind-blowing lossto the San Francisco 49ers last Saturday, preceded by LSU's stupefying BCS championship game loss to Alabama five days earlier, has been dubbed by some local diehards The Worst Sports Week Ever. A brutal blow. A death in the family. Like "Shark Week," if you're chum.
In the past, fans hid under paper bags.
Undoubtedly, today's NFC championship game between the 49ers and New York Giants -- The Team We Had in the Bag vs.The Team We Crushed Like a Bug -- will serve only to pour more pepper into the Who Dat Nation's bleeding heart.
Poor, pitiful us.
Really?
C'mon, man.
It took New Orleans 20 years to experience our first winning season, 33 years to celebrate ourfirst playoff win and 43 years to reach our first Super Bowl. Saints fans are the world's leading authorities on the agony of defeat. So we should know better than anybody:
This ain't agony.
Agony is having season tickets for a 1-15 team and trying to decide whether to wear a paper bag to the game.
Agony is a kicker named Erxleben and two quarterbacks named Billy Joe.
Agony is seeing Mike Ditka on "Saturday Night Live" and thinking: Oh my God. That's our coach. And we have a game tomorrow.
Agony is Ricky Williams in a wedding dress.
Agony is losing 20-17 to the Atlanta Falcons on a Hail Mary pass one week, 20-17 on a phantom pass interference call two weeks later, and 40-34 -- which is 20-17 times two -- on an overtime snap that sails over the punter's head to start the next season.
Agony is having the Dome Patrol to lead your defense ... and Steve Walsh to lead your offense.
Agony is trading the 11th pick inthe 1985 draft to the Houston Oilers for washed-up running back Earl Campbell, instead of using it to draft future Hall of Famer Jerry Rice, who is selected five picks later by ... well, you know.
Agony is Jim Finks dying of cancer. And Buddy D. dying of heart failure.
Agony is trading Archie Manning ... for Leon Gray.
Agony is Aaron Brooks passing the ball backward, and laughing about it on the sideline while you cry on your couch.
Agony is Jim Haslett starting an injured Brooks over Jake Delhomme. Who leaves New Orleans. And starts in the Super Bowl. For the Carolina Panthers.
Agony is being so bad that the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, a franchise that has never won a game, wins its first game ever against you -- in your home stadium.
Agony is when, 22 years later, another franchise that has never won a game, the new Cleveland Browns, does it again. On another Hail Mary pass.
How's that for progress?
Agony is Carl Smith calling your plays.
Agony is Bum Phillips refusing to let Morten Andersen attempt a field goal against the Rams to ice your first winning season and playoff berth ... and then, minutes later, watching barefooted Mike Lansford make the field goal to beat you.
Agony is failing to re-sign Bobby Hebert. Because you have John Fourcade.
Agony is Hebert in a Falcons uniform. Throwing a touchdown pass. Against the Saints. In the Superdome. And running to the sideline with his arms spread out. Like a dirty bird.
Ouch.
Agony is having so little success that for 20 years, the most celebrated moment in team history is a 63-yard, game-winning field goal that brings your record to 2 wins, 5 losses and a tie.
Agony is owning the first overall pick in the draft.
Again.
Agony is a hole in your stadium, 10 feet of water in your home, and your football team in San Antonio.
Agony is not a quarterback named Brees.
A tight end named Graham.
A running back named Sproles.
A linebacker named Vilma.
A coach named Payton.
Agony is not gaining more yards in one season than any football team in the history of the sport.
Photo credit: Ted Jackson, Times-Pic
Agony is not a record of 13 and 3. In that order.
Agony is not breaking so many offensive records, you set a record for broken records.
Agony is not playing one of the most exciting playoff games in NFL history.
Even if you lose it.
Agony is not missing out on the chance to see the Saints win their second Super Bowl in three years. It's thinking that you'll die before you see them win their first. Which, let us not forget, was how we felt every January from 1967 to 2010.
Remember the 1970s, and '80s, seeing the same teams in the playoffs every year, and wondering what that must feel like?
Well, we don't have to wonder any more. This is what it feels like. A higher high when you win, and a lower low when you lose.
Last week, we played at a high level, and we lost. It hurt. But we've had worse hurts. So, starting today, let's all agree to call off the pity party. Let's lick our wounds, ice down our beer, root for Eli, give Drew a raise, count the days to the 2012 regular-season 49ers rematch in New Orleans, and set our sights squarely on Feb. 3, 2013, in the Mercedes-Benz Superdome, site of the Who Dat Holy Grail:
A home Super Bowl.
Stay crunk and keep climbing, Saints fans. Maybe next year we plant the flag at the summit. Maybe we slip and fall again a few excruciatingly short steps from the top. Either way, it sure beats watching from the bottom of the mountain.
Features editor Mark Lorando can be reached at mlorando@timespicayune.com or 504.826.3430. Follow on Twitter @MarkLorandoTP.