I watched the Superbowl with friends tonight. I don't get or like American football in the least, but I went anyway for the social interaction. Blah blah blah. The Saints win. I almost go deaf from all of the people thinking that if they yell loudly enough that they'll be heard all the way in Florida. For the fourth year running, I accurately pick the winning team and predict the winning score. Of course, the game was only half the action taking place on the field.
Someone in New Orleans wanted the Saints to win their first Superbowl. Anyone with the eyes to see would have seen Papa Legba, one of the best known of the Loa (which are as I have mentioned before the vodou gods), and Ogoun, loa of war, whispering into the coach's ear. La Sirene, wife of Agwe the loa of the seas, would lay hands on injured Saints players. Baron Samedi, the mischievous loa of death, and several of his Ghede redirected the ball in midair and knocked it out of players' hands on several occasions, most notably on an "intercepted" pass which led to a Saints touchdown. Even Erzulie Freda, loa of beauty and romantic love, got involved in helping whip the crowd into a frenzy.
This isn't to say that the Colts didn't have help. What appeared to be two djinni and an ifrit were present and working in their favor in the first quarter. Damballa Wedo, the eldest loa (who prefers a snake form), quickly froze the djinni and trapped the ifrit in a violet sphere.
It got pretty one-sided after that.
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