– John Hollinger, ESPN.com
NEW ORLEANS Down Canal St., they kept coming and coming like something out of a zombie movie. Wave after wave of exhilarated humanity streamed past with no end in sight, jumping, cheering, high-fiving, and Who-Dat?-ing, all headed toward Bourbon St. to join several thousand of their closest friends in celebration.
As soon as the Gatorade hit Sean Payton, torrents of Saints fans spilled out of every packed-to-the-gills bar and hotel in the French Quarter and CBD and made a beeline for Bourbon. Many of them ran. And as I stood at the corner of Bourbon and Canal and watched the spectacle, I was overcome by just how many people had arrived to take part.
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