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Back in New Orleans, in Bourbon Street, Jackson Square and the French Quarter, in neighbourhoods that were until recently scenes of dereliction, the city erupted in one giant party that lasted till dawn and set the scene for the ultimate Mardi Gras celebrations over the coming week.
People poured on to the streets in the team’s black and gold colours, dancing, hugging and weeping. “Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?” they chanted. Jazz bands let rip. Bars blasted out When the Saints Go Marching in. Fireworks exploded.
Police officers gave up the pretence of staying aloof and joined the pulsating throngs. Strippers stopped dancing. Priests and nuns joined the uproar. The city’s newspaper, The Times-Picayune, printed nearly 200,000 extra copies of an edition that is certain to become a collector’s item. Even dogs were dressed in Saints shirts, and Mitch Landrieu’s election on Saturday as New Orleans’ first white mayor in three decades was overshadowed.

See the full article from “Times Online”

LOUISIANA: Ecstatic fans poured into
the streets of the French Quarter late on Sunday as storm-scarred New Orleans
celebrated its first-ever Super Bowl win by their beloved Saints.
A
city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colourful politics, to name a
few – set aside distractions to focus on the big game. Even the strippers on
bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, they joined thousands of
revellers cheering the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club
shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a
host at Rick’s Cabaret. “The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in
this city.” White fireworks burst in the distance. Strangers hugged, whooped and
hollered in the streets, waving flags, shaking cowbells and dancing to
spontaneous brass bands. College students embraced restaurant waiters. A
homeless man toasted beers with well-dressed tourists. Cameras flashed.
Motorists honked horns with a cheerful cadence usually heard only at Carnival.

See the full article from “Times of India”

1:00pm Central time, February 7, 2010 – CBS’s pregame for Super Bowl XLIV begins, brought to you by chips, beer, Bourbon Street, and Dwight Freeney’s ankle.
3:45pm – Katie Couric interviews President Barack Obama on the Super Bowl. Next, Keyshawn Johnson and Cris Carter debate health care.
5:00pm – Rihanna and Jay-Z open the kickoff show on CBS, brought to you by Hyundai, who proudly announce they are not Toyota.
5:12pm – Solomon Wilcots reports from the Saints sideline, wearing a pink tablecloth and a pink-yet-still-horribly-mismatching tie. HD TV was made for moments like this.
5:20pm – Carrie Underwood performs the National Anthem, clad in white stripper heels and an outfit that can only be described as “Naughty Ice Cream Truck Driver.”
5:21pm – The camera pans the players. Nice of Jeremy Shockey to wash his hair for the occasion. He looks like Kid Rock’s big brother.

See the full article from “Examiner.com”

By Agence France-Presse, Updated: 2/8/2010New Orleans explodes with joy after Saints winEcstatic fans poured into the streets of the French Quarter late Sunday as storm-scarred New Orleans celebrated its first-ever Super Bowl win by their beloved Saints.
A city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colorful politics, to name a few – set aside distractions to focus on the big game.
Even the strippers on bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, they joined thousands of revelers cheering the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a host at Rick’s Cabaret.
“The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in this city.”

See the full article from “MSN Malaysia News”

… Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints! Who dat? Who Dat!,” a crowd in a French Quarter restaurant chanted, after the team scored their first touchdown.
A city famous for diversions – Mardi Gras, music and colourful politics, to name – set aside distractions to focus on the big game.
Even the strippers on bawdy Bourbon Street stopped dancing. Instead, thousands of revelers cheered the Saints on live television sets at nearby bars.
“We have no music, no stages. It’s the first time I’ve seen a club shut down and I’ve been doing this for five years,” said Sam Stonebraker, 34, a host at Rick’s Cabaret, a gentleman’s club. “The game is pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime event in this city.”
On a typical night, the club has 40 “entertainers” dancing on stage – not tonight.
A few doors down, the Temptations strip club was also upstaged by the Saints Super Bowl.

See the full article from “Sydney Morning Herald”

… The No. 1 body part discussed all week was the ankle injury to Colts superstar defensive end Dwight Freeney. Never has an injury to a non-QB been covered so closely and in such great depth. Obviously this guy is a great, great player. All indications are that he will try to play, but will be very limited. He is clearly the third-best player on the field behind Peyton Manning and Drew Brees. It is a shame he is hobbling because he is a difference maker.
•Boisterous and outspoken New York Jets coach Rex Ryan’s middle finger got him in hot water this week. He was attending a mixed martial arts fight while in Miami and apparently some drunk Dolphins fan would not stop harassing the very confident Ryan. Rex responded by flipping the moron the bird. I only have two comments on the matter that cost Ryan a $50,000 fine by the Jets.
No. 1: When you are in Miami, why would you go to some stupid MMA fight? Were all the strip clubs and martini bars closed?

See the full article from “San Francisco Examiner”

The 2010 SXSW Film Festival, scheduled for March 12 to 24 in Austin, Texas, will feature eight documentaries in competition, and each is a world premiere. The eight were selected from 741 submissions. In alphabetical order, the documentaries in competition are:
Beijing Taxi – Director Miao Wang follows three Beijing cabbies as they carry their fare through a city in the throes of transition and modernization.
Camp Victory, Afghanistan – For three years, director Carol Dysinger focused on the formation of the Afghan National Army by following its new officers, and the US National Guardsmen who were there to mentor them/
The Canal Street Madam – Following the FBI raid on her infamous New Orleans brothel and her ensuing legal difficulties and social stigma, Jeanette Maier struggles to create a new life for herself. Director Cameron Yates is there to document the process.

See the full article from “Documentaries.About.com (blog)”

Aymond: Boring week will finish with huge bang in Miami
Brady Aymond baymond@theadvertiser.com
February 7, 2010
FT LAUDERDALE, Fla. Super Bowl XLIV shouldn’t have a hard time matching the week-long hype.
With the exception of New Orleans Saints defensive coordinator Gregg Williams’ “remember-me” shots comment aimed at Indianapolis Colts quarterback Peyton Manning, the week leading up to tonight’s big showdown has been pretty tame.
There’s been no reports of curfews missed.
There’s been no players getting arrested at strip clubs.
There’s been no word of brawls breaking out at Super Bowl parties in South Beach.
As a reporter for a Thailand newspaper put it on Thursday, “This has been a pretty boring Super Bowl week.”
The story lines are quite compelling.
Drew Brees vs. Peyton Manning; No. 1 vs. No. 1; Archie’s team vs. Archie’s son.

See the full article from “The Daily Advertiser”

The Panties Pool You’ve seen those office pools they do for football games, right? It’s a grid of boxes, with 0-9 going down and 0-9 going across. Then people write their names inside the boxes and then one set of numbers is for one team, and one is for the other. So, say, at the end of the first quarter, the score is 10 – 7, the Saints, then you would go to that square, and that person would win. You can do the same. But instead of putting in names in the squares, you put SEX ACTS. So, whoever wins, REALLY wins. And it’s up to you to be as nice or as naughty as you want.
You can have the prizes be anything your little heart desires. From kissing to an erotic massage, he owes you oral sex. From you wearing THAT school girl outfit, to him doing THAT dance he does naked. (Um, whatever you two do…)

See the full article from “Huffington Post (blog)”

Now the Saints are going to the Super Bowl®. Governor Jindal proclaimed this week Who Dat Nation Week, and Who Dat t-shirts are flying off the shelves in New Orleans as well as in Florida, where the Big Game® will be played.
The NFL, in its capacity as agent for the member teams, sent out cease and desist letters in both locales, asserting ownership by the Saints of, among other trademarks, Who Dat.
Mistake. Seemingly every elected official in New Orleans defended the shirt sellers culminating with Sen. David Vitter (R-La.) (yes, that Senator Vitter) who wrote the NFL to indicate that he was printing up his own “Who Dat say we can’t print WHO Dat” shirts.
Practice pointer: try to avoid situations where an alleged patron of prostitutes can take a holier-than-thou stance with regard to your client.

See the full article from “Huffington Post (blog)”