Welcome to the Superdome.
I was a bit apprehensive about going to the Superdome... it has many memories for many people.
It was the topic of a one-man show I saw this summer
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Then here in New Orleans I heard a singer who had been raped there. The place has memories, not good memories. Slowly fading memories.
These days it is all cleaned up inside... and actually has been for years. Rev. Jim wanted to take me to a game, and this was our big chance!
Our seats were up there (three rows from the top)
The view wasn't too bad
We could see the big picture of what was happening. On the other hand, the announcements were unintelligible!
Quiet... the game's starting....
Who am I kidding... it was a VERY LOUD GAME.
"Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dere gonna beat dem Saints"
(approximately correct, usually all they say is "Who Dat?")
It turns out the answer was NOT the Atlanta Falcons, who tried, and came within 8 at the end, but no dice!
Saints still undefeated.
Charlie's ears still ringing.
Superdome seen.
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