Ready Thyselves Roof Bangers

(Saintseester, 2009)

"St. Archie. Pray for us."

Video footage from the 2nd Annual Dash for the 'Stache.
Vital stats from the 2nd Annual Dash for the 'Stache:

• Stops: 8
• 'Stache Dashers: 24
• Safety patrol officers: 1
• Liuzza's fishbowls: 20
• Mustaches affixed to Superdome: 1
• Mustaches affixed to Who Dats: 24

Spicy 'Stache

Who Dat Fortunes: "You're gonna have an affair w/ a Saintsation." or "You'll score five touchdowns."

The Original Cocktail Chef

Fleur-de-bikes least likely to get stolen

Home Sweet Dome

Final call: Finn McCool's

Least likely to spill a beer while biking

Tastes like Miami

We honor those 'staches that have come before us

Roll Call

Stache love

The keys to victory

Ladies and gentlemen . . . I give you . . .

. . . the original fleur-de-stache.

Riding the fleur-de-line

Pepto Bismol Stache

Best impersonation of a traffic cop: Fleur-de-Vespa

He's a bad mutha---- stache: Shut your mouth. I'm talkin' about Chef.

First to 'stache: Denim & Diamond

Hail Stache, 2009

Hail Fleur-de-Stache, full of faith, the Black & Gold is with Thee.
Blessed art thou among fleur-de-lis and blessed is the soul of thy team, the New Orleans Saints.
Holy ‘Stache, Patron Saint of Who Dat Mustachios,
Pray for us fans now and at the hour of our kickoff.

You have bestowed cool Brees upon on us and delivered us from the perils of burnt toast.
In this, our year of the Lombardi, give us strength, oh ‘Stache.
Give us strength in battle.
Protect us against cat and bird, cowgirl and indian, pirate and patriot.

As we place Thy sacred hair upon these fleur-de-lips,
We honor those Black & Gold follicles that have come before us:
St. Archie, pray for us. Dome Patrol, defend us.
As we beseech thee for the Sunday warmth of a Miami Beach in February,
We dare to repeat the mutterings of a Doubting Mora …

Playoffs. Playoffs. Playoffs.

Amen.

To be recited outside Gate A, Sacredome. Saturday, August 22. 4 - 4:30 p.m.

Adapted from Mother Mary's 2008 prayer.

Captions. Please.

Never mind the lateness of this spectacular AP photo find. Let's just offer deep gratitude to de los Rios via Advocate via Bill Haber/AP that we have the opportunity to caption this Who Dat gold.

*My money's on Wang, but I'd never rule out a sober T-Dex.

Fleur-de-Stache Bike Patrol Hits Streets

It's only right that we make slight alterations to the 2nd Annual Dash for the 'Stache. Especially after we no longer have burnt toast for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And the resurrection of a Saint "who knows what it means..." So here it is . . . after confirming with the Cafe 641 Cocktail Chef (and pub crawl extraordinaire), our final route for Saturday's Who Dat bike crawl . . .

Sat. August 22. 12 p.m. start. The Bulldog (5315 Canal Blvd. Mid-City)
Followed by stops at: Mid-City Yacht Club, Finn McCool's, Superdome, Handsome Willy's, Finn McCool's (about an hour per stop)
5:30 - 6 p.m. finish: A return trip to Finn McCool's for free food at 6 p.m., a party with the Big Easy Roller Girls, and Saints pre-season football at 7.
Map: Bike route and stops here.

Dash for the 'Stache Essentials

Date/Time: early afternoon, August 22.
Start: The Bulldog.
Finish: The Sacredome.
Saints vs. Texans pre-season game viewing: Finn McCool's.
Essentials: Black & Gold costume and decorated bikes.

Bi-pedalin' fleur-de-stache, courtesy of DJ Doberge.

The Burden He Must Bear

While most Who Dats are locked into a training-camp count down (t-minus 72 hours . . .), Cafe 641's Mr. Rita Benson-LeBlanc hasn't wiped the drool from his off-season face.

He's a clean-shaven, polite young man with impeccable social graces, this Mr. Rita is. But he's been stricken with a case of the Ritas. Take this photo right here, for example. Nothing wrong with a pencil-thin, off-season 'stache. Especially when you hail from the Cafe. But a pinwheel? Are you serious?

Sorry brother. Don't look like you getting any relief soon. Not with the T-P getting you all hot and bothered this weekend.

Here's a taste of our Cafe 641 resident's torture . . .

". . . a woman is standing in the aisle, staring at the field and bouncing gingerly on her toes, despite her impossibly tall pumps. She wears a flared black skirt, a crisp white blouse with ruffles down the front and glamorous earrings that flash now and then through her tousled, curly chestnut hair."

". . . she sometimes hoots, sometimes does a little two-step, sometimes claps slowly and rhythmically . . . . And, all the while, she takes sneak peeks at the BlackBerry that is never out of her reach."

"Go-go-go-go-go-go, " the woman wails, on her feet again. Her eyes are riveted to the . . ."

Sorry Mr. Rita. It's only gonna get harder before it gets, uh, uhm, easier.