For 30 years, Polimom’s been a Saints fan. Even through the paper bag Ain’ts years, the Bobby Hebert disappointment (still can’t believe how that went), and the disastrous Bum days, I’ve defended my team.
I’ve withstood patronizing laughter from other fans and picked the Saints in every office football pool match (right up to the play-offs, of course)…. but I have to tell you: last night was the most emotionally satisfying game ever.
In the stadium that symbolized the pain and trauma of New Orleans, the Saints created a whole host of new memories. It was absolutely awesome! (Particularly that first quarter! Holy cow!!!)
These Saints are unbelievably talented, and last night’s commentary about having rebuilt the Dome in a devastated city was bang on: NOLA needs the revenue, and the hope, it brings.
Who dat say they gonna beat dem Saints? Ha! What a blast! My throat’s sore today from screaming, and we even let AC stay up a bit late to watch. She created sign after sign for us to hold up to the flat, impersonal t.v. screen…. like, “We heart the Saints”, and “Stomp them! They’re dogmeat!”
I’m proud to report that she can spell Geaux correctly now, too.
Between the razzle dazzle double-reverse and the blocked punt for a touchdown (we went absolutely nuts in my den), last night’s game was the stuff of dreams. Wish I coulda been there…
Oh! And for you Houston fans — I probably have an old paper bag or two in a box that I can resurrect for someone to wear this year. Just let me know…
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