Monday, February 8, 2010

Who Dat? Who Dat?...Saints win Super Bowl!

It is hard to contain the emotions I feel when writing this post. The Saints won the Super Bowl, and unless you hate puppies and Jesus, then you are happy for them and the city of New Orleans.

I like to think of myself as a Saints fan. I definitely consider every resident of the state of Louisiana a fan, but there is no one (and I mean no one) that I know, a bigger fan than my cousin, Jr. Boy(Solomon Jr.). He has been a fan for as long as I can remember...and I'm talking like Kindergarten, people.

When Porter intercepted that throw from Manning, the stars aligned and all was right in the world. I was screaming to the point of losing my breath, all the while trying to call Jr. His wife answered the phone and all i could hear were screams of joy in background--the kind of screams you hear when someone hits the lottery. It was UNBELIEVABLE!

I spoke to him and everyone that called me or that I called and the night was like a moment that stands still. Wow, can you imagine how Brees felt? A quarterback with a major injury that this team took a chance on...what a moment for him!

The next day I got an email from Jr., and he's not one for emailing...LOL, and I'd like to share an excerpt from it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. These are his exact words:

Please be prepared for incoherent babble…

I wore my Saints t-shirt to work today over my uniform. My co-workers have been giving me crap all morning and I love it. Victory is so much sweeter when proceeded by 31 years of misery. I keep seeing the interception over and over in my mind. The sad part is for 31 years I watched the Super Bowl for the commercials yet I can’t remember any from last night. My stomach was in knots so at commercial breaks I paced and de-stressed. Mom and Dad ordered me the bundle package off of TV last night.

I have been a Mikey Waltrip fan since I started watching NASCAR so when
he finally won his first race at Daytona I cried more than DW did. But last night when Tracy Porter intercepted America’s sweetheart, I almost exploded. Go baby go, go baby go, by the time he got to the 40 I was screaming and crying. I may never see dem Saints in another Super Bowl but for one night I was the happiest NFL fan in the world. I feel like Rudy’s dad at the Notre Dame game.

Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say dey gonna beat
dem Saints?


Catarina said...

i'd have liked the bundle package too, or at least the hat

james said...

It was a great game....