Black and gold, and blue and green
You can’t have Saints victories without Saints practice, and the Saints practice in Metairie. That’s a fact. And what’s better than cheering on the Zephyrs on a hot summer night? So many downtowners can’t be bothered to venture out into big, bad Metry to see a minor league baseball game, and for that we think they’re nuts. Geaux Saints! Geaux Z’s!
Metairie is, in fact, New Orleans
You can stick your tongue out in our direction all you want. Metairie is used to it. But when you imply -- or even brazenly state -- that Metairie isn’t part of NOLA, we’re going to fight you on it. It might be a suburb, and it might be a different parish, but it doesn’t have its own mayor (unlike Kenner), and we bleed purple, green, and gold on Mardi Gras as much as anyone else in this town. Ya heard?
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Scott Gold spent many of his formative years in Metairie, including high school (Geaux STM Saints!). He has become an Uptown puke these days, but still welcomes the Metrys with a sweaty hug whenever possible. You can follow or vehemently disagree with him: @scottgold.