I talked trash about the Saints for the last several years and haven't watched a game all season but tuned in tonight just to see what everyone else in the entire Great State of Louisiana was watching. A bakery didn't have as many turnovers as I saw tonight but Drew Brees threw completed pass even as he was being tackled. Grace under pressure, I tell ya.
During this morning's church service, the pastor's wife played piano and the intro sounded a little "blues-y". I thought, "that must be why they don't let her play very often" but she fooled us by going into "When The Saints Go Marching In". Our normally uptight congregation actually clapped in rhythm. To a beat, I say. Saints fever at 10:30 AM service.
Loved the live cam shot of a "ghost town" Bourbon Street during the game and folks emptying out of the bars 2 seconds after the win. Would love to see a frame-by-frame play of that ant pile action.
Didn't enjoy seeing that rat bastard owner Tom Benson. He's still a piece of shite to me, remember his threatening to relocate the team if he didn't get a new stadium.
Welcome to the 13 day drunken bacchanalia leading to Super Bowl XLIV in Miami, Florida and avoid the hangover by keepin' on until Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) February 16th. Thinking that not much will get accomplished in our boot-shaped state until Ash Wednesday rolls around.
*Back in the day it was Morten Andersen that locked the win when everything else went to hell.
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