Hey, we’re going! Doesn’t matter now.
One day Boudreaux and Thibodaux are out fishing on their pirogue, drunk as the US Congress. Boudreaux hooks his line on a gator, and as it thrashes they both fall in the bayou and are devoured by the gator.
Because they have lived less than exemplary lives, they find themselves down in hell in front of ol Splitfoot himself.
Welcome to hell, boys, the Devil says. Hot enough for ya? Thibodaux loosens his collar a bit, but says, With all respect, Mr. Prince of Darkness, were from south Louisiana. Feels a little like springtime in the River Parishes down here to me.
I kinda like it, me, Boudreaux agrees. So the Devil goes over to hells thermostat and turns up the heat. Boudreaux and Thibodaux respond by sitting down by a lava pool and allowing the heat to wash over their bodies.
Not too bad, Boudreaux says. Like summertime in Lafayette.
The Devil turns up the fires of hell just a bit more.
Thibodaux responds by taking off his shirt and asking of theres any hot sauce up in here.
Not to be so easily thwarted, the Devil has an idea.
Instead of turning the thermostat up, he turns it down. The fires of hell subside a bit; Boudreaux and Thibodaux start to shiver. Realizing hes on to something, the Devil cranks the AC higher. A layer of frost forms atop the fiery pit and the first few snowflakes begin to drift down.
Boudreaux cant stand it hes got icicles forming on his nose and the water in his shrimp boots freezes to his feet. But Thibodaux starts dancing around, whooping and hollering.
Whats wrong with you? Boudreaux asks his friend.
Arent you freezing? I guess I am, Thibodaux says. But if its snowing down here, it looks to me like the Saints just won the Super Bowl!
btw there has never been a case where one of the teams playing in the Super Bowl is from the same city where the SB is being held that year, but ironically enough guess who the next three SB hosts are?
2011: Cowboys Stadium/Cowboys
2012: _Lucas Oil Stadium/Colts_
2013: _La. Superdome/Saints_