There is no doubt in my mind that Saints fans will be talking about last night's game for a long, long time. No matter what any of the Saint's players say or how diplomatically they say it, last night was a pivotal win, a big win, a milestone, one for the record books, and one fans will refer to and re-live via stories and Facebook mobile uploads for years to come. Now, I'm no sports buff. Ok? I don't know all the jargon and terms or even fully understand what all the different downs mean, but I know when we're good...and last night the Saints were the best I've ever seen them in my life. Forget Archie Manning. Forget the Dome Patrol. THIS team is the realest deal if ever there was one. So...for posterity's sake, I thought it would be fun to share how I experienced "the" game and ask you to respond in turn. It should be fun, and I might cry...so here goes:
The Friday before Thanksgiving, I asked my boss for permission to host a tailgate party lunch at work on the day of this big game. I thought it would be fun for everyone to get together, munch on snacks and talk smack about the Pats. He said "ok" so long as people didn't get all nuts and come to work in body paint or anything. So, that Monday, I arrived at the office with my snacks in hand, excited for our little party and, moreso, for the big game. The last time the Saints were on Monday night football, I watched the game at home, screaming and yelling and cheering all by myself. I was certain I didn't want to do that again. Lacking any other invites or offers closer to home, I drove out to my parents house to watch the game on their 60-inch television, but not before I changed into my Saints t-shirt and drew a fleur-de-lis on my face with eyeliner. When I arrived at my parents house, the kids were nowhere near ready for the game, so...to remedy this, I wrangled up a few white t-shirts and drew fleur-de-lis on them, which they proceeded to color and embellish on their own. Then, the game began. I have to confess, through most of the 1st quarter, I was a nervous wreck. My stomach was in knots and when we ended the first drive with an almost missed field goal and the Patriots answered with a TD, I almost cried. I started bracing myself for the worst. I consoled myself, thinking, if we are going to lose, better it be to a championship team, right? I walked into the kitchen to grab a snack and mumbled "We need to get 3 interceptions in this game, too, guys." Then came the interception! That stunning McKenzie interception, which also left me wanting a good old McKenzie's kingcake...but that's another story for another day. It was then that my hope started building! With each of the following passes, tds and interceptions, I was on my feet, I was screaming, I was high fiving and then screaming again for my mom who was sick and had no voice to scream herself. But, it was the last TD, that beautiful last Marques Colston TD that sealed the deal for me. He was in the end zone with that ball securely in his hands and I burst into tears. We were up by 3 touchdowns. We were really going to win this thing! Wow! It was just amazing and I was still wiping tears from my eyes even as Darren Sharper made another interception. Then, I jumped up from the sofa and ran over to the TV screaming, joining my dad and brother. And,then the tears started flowing again. Whew! What a night! What a game! What a toll it took on my vocal chords! And, as if that wasn't enough, Belichick pulls Brady and sends in the back-up QB! The saints sent Tom Brady to the sidelines!
Bless You Boys!!!