Thursday, January 18, 2007

Geaux Saints!

I had to share with you a poem that an old friend of mine Todd Graffagnini ("Graff" to most) sent to my girl Molly Mazzolini ("Mazz" to most) that I loved and had to post. We are proud of our Saints and I've got my gris gris in full effect and will be doing my voodoo dance until they make it to the Superbowl! Cross your fingers and oh... order those Black and Gold king cakes that are so popular these days!

Our Saints, Our City, Our Soul
Out of the fire
And up from the flood
A great team is born
Made of guts, steel and blood

Their history a low one
No one can deny
Their new rise a slow one
But oh now so high

This team I speak of
Is of Black and Gold
And travels the gridiron
So brave and so bold

Their symbol is royalty
We call Fleur de lis
And proud New Orleanians
Watch it with glee

Come Duece and come Reggie
Come Drew and come Joe
Come Marques and Terrance
Now go beat the foe

The course is set plainly
There is clearly a goal
Go show all the world
A storm can’t kill our soul

To the men in black jersey
The tights and the cleats
Know that we love you
In wins and defeats

And to you, Sean Payton
The coach of our dreams
Thank you from all of us
Who give jumps, yells and screams

You have given us purpose
You have given us hope
You have given us will
And a reason to cope

To all the Saints
Who reside in the Dome
Thanks for making our city
A proud place to call

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