I am a Who Dat.
My sister is a LSU Tigers fan.
We live in different cities. We have different allegiances. In New Orleans we live and breathe the Saints during football season. We bleed black and gold. We like our chant, Who Dat? when cheering for the team.
In Baton Rouge, my sister revels in Louisiana State University football. In Baton Rouge, the locals wear purple and gold on Saturday afternoons during pilgrimages to Death Valley, the locals’ name for the stadium. My sister has elaborate tail-gate parties featuring all manner of Southern food in the parking lot before the game.
I usually watch the New Orleans Saints on television on Sunday afternoon. My pre-game ritual is a Popeyes combo meal of fried chicken, fries and a biscuit. I wear my blackshirt with a gold fleur-de-lis. The fleur-de-lis is the symbol of New Orleans.
The two cities, Baton Rouge and New Orleans, are only about an hour apart. Our games are only a day apart. But the cultural difference is huge. We speak differently.
In New Orleans, I chant, “Who dat say they gonna beat ‘dem Saints!
In Baton Rouge, my sister just says, “Go Tigers!”
This year, both teams are winning. The Saints are 6-1. The Tigers are 7-0.
Long live the Who Dat Nation and the purple and gold Tigers. This is the South, and we sisters love our football.