Euphoria

All day long people come up to me as I am sporting my Saints jacket saying "GOOD GAME LAST NIGHT". Like I was playing in the game last night. I need to go to NFL.com and check the stats to see if I got anything there. Then I thought about it for the past 40 years I have been apart of this team cheered, cried, frustrated... I realized to hell with it I am taking credit for this!

I am going to really enjoy this week especially if I can get over the bug I caught yelling and sore throat from yelling at my TV.

E U P H O R I A

skymike

Thats funny stuff, Yoof.

I get the same thing. As my job's resident crazy WhoDat, everyone always pats me on the back first thing when the see me. I mean, if there's a DomeFoam cup laying around in here with Saints logo, everyone knows who it belongs to.

Now to answer the opening post, yes, I think I did. The last TD Drew threw last night, when we were just trying to control the clock, keep the ball, and avoid a Pats comeback--then BAM! Touchdown! Everyone else in the bar was jumping up and down yelling, and all I could do is hold my hands up, and I think I smiled like Miss America when they hand her the flowers---yeah. I was getting "verklempt."


--- for those of you who get that ^^^^

Actually, I think I looked something like this:



Then we left, and of course, at home you gotta listen to WWL, and watch ESPN at the same time to soak it all up. Well somewhere Bobby Hebert seemed to be getting rather emotional, as the Deanies crowd celebrated with him, and he was saying something about our long-suffering and how we are America's real team.
I was close to going "Vermeil" there too.



I know there's still 5 games left. I know we havent clinched anything yet (numerically). I know we could drop dead in the 1st playoff game, or fail in some other way.

But Yats, last night was The Game. Last night was our Denver '88 game for this century. (Denver-- Dome 1988 42-0 win--clincher, and a massive statement game over the great Elway team--a game, historically, where we show well, then choke in some bizarre way)

Last night was The Game. This was where you learned who we are, where we're going, and possibly, that we're not going back to where we came from. You will remember where you were for the Patriots Game '09 always.

The Night We Knew Our Saints Were Real.