I assume that even the unsporty folks know that the New Orleans Saints are in the Superbowl. And that the colors are black and gold. And that the NFL does NOT own the rights to Who Dat? And that thousands of men wearing dresses paraded in honor of Buddy D, a sportscaster now deceased, who said he would parade wearing a dress if the Saints ever went to the Superbowl. And that the real party will be in New Orleans, not Miami. And that my classes Monday will be ill-attended no matter what. And that many schools are closed on Monday. And that Sunday night MASS is cancelled in New Orleans.
Well, I am not a sporty type. But still. It has been so fun to see all the handmade signs in yards on the way to school: Bless You Boys.
This is a place that loves to dress up. Being a dour and lugubrious Yankee, I have never participated in the usual Halloween scene, where all the teachers dress up as witches, monsters, and the like and bring candy to students. I usually forget to wear green on St. Patrick's Day. I suppose that the dignified teachers at Tulane and LSU wear their regular clothes on holidays, but I definitely show my outsider status at my more friendly school with my urban black.
Yesterday, I realized that I was the ONLY person at the grocery store not wearing black and gold. Even the babies had Saints tee shirts. So this morning, I decided to try to fit in. Black was easy. Gold...well, I didn't have anything. I was going to make a joke to my students, but cannot divulge it here without revealing my REAL identity.
Then I remembered last this week's trip to the Food Bank Thrift Store. I was donating bags of bags, which they use for their merchandise. I did peek in, and bought a Talbots wool jacket in a cornsilk yellow. Not my usual color, but it was so pretty. I decided that the color passes as GOLD. I am wearing it right now.
Now that I think of it, the official name of the thrift store is ALL SAINTS.
WHO DAT say dere's no thrift store karma?