It's been almost 20 years since Pope John Paul II blessed the Black and Gold in person at the Superdome. Still, Chef notices lingering traces of that powerful blessing.
Take yesterday, for instance. Realizing it was an away date for the Saints, Chef readied his crew for Mass at St. Stephens. Sous Chef pulled on his green cooking trousers; lil' Reggie layered his 25 black & gold jersey with a smart, white lycra undershirt; SuperSaintsGirl went with a subtle 3/4 length Saints shirt; and Cafe Diva stretched on her baby-doll "A Woman's Place is in the Dome" shirt.
Chef and family arrived just after 10:30 a.m., participated at appropriate times during Mass, and waited for the ever-important Prayers of the Faithful:
* For those discouraged by the size and length of their personal trials, Who Dats, we pray: * For those who take up the burden of working for justice, Hollis Thomas, we pray: * For the personal and spiritual development of those who seek victory, Our Black and Gold, for all our sick, Joe Horn, Marques Colston, we pray:
And you know what happened then? Cafe Diva sort of winked at Chef, like as the good Catholic school girl she was that she knew something he didn't. Chef looked up at the stained glass windows at the top of the church and was blinded by the glorious sunlight flooding through . . . small fleur de lis panels.
Then, in a moment of divine intervention, Cafe Diva led the offspring down the aisle for the Eucharist, received the Host, and . . . BAM! . . . it happened. A spirit appeared before Cafe Diva, made direct eye contact, and mouthed the words of FAITH: "Whooooo Daaaattttt"
The result? Saints 42. Cowboys 17. Sorry Bill.