Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Bad Pictures of Something Great, or Smells Like Team Spirit
My work took me driving past the Sacredome today, on Girod Street. My jaw dropped when I noticed that the massive garage door was open, and I COULD SEE THE FIELD. AND THE SEATS.
I pulled over.
I got out of my illegally parked car, and I snapped these pictures with my limited-ability cell phone camera.
But the best part was the smell.
It smelled like . . .
The Louisiana Superdome. I smelled air conditioning and artificial turf and plastic seats and spilled Coke and whatever else it is that Superdome smells like.
It smelled better than any pine forest you could show me.
It didn't smell like death or excrement or suffering.
It smelled like resurrection.
It's resurrection because there really was death and suffering there, and I will never forget that. Most of all, I will remember that on September 25.
But resurrection is about real life after a real death. And that's what we're building here.
We're going to do a lot of building on September 25.
P. S. Yes, that's a Budweiser truck that was being unloaded. There was also a Coke truck. Dillyberto prefers Miller Lite at Saints games, but it's good to see that priorities are in order for preparing the facility.