I remember driving in from Houston in the middle of the summer of 2009... Bobby and Deke were doing one of these mid-summer shows when there is nothing really to talk about and were asking the question.... What would be more significant to you

1. Winning the NFCCG at home
2. Winning the SB
3. MNF September 25 2006

I called in and said nothing would ever compare to #3.... My son and friends said thats because you have not experienced #1 and #2... Well now I have..... As glorious as they were, that Monday Night can NEVER be topped.... It was so much more than football...

I remember my son saying "Dad you are not going to get all mushy and cry or something or you?" and I said Naaa..... Then when GD played "The Saints Are Coming" the lady in front of us (we have sat next to each other since the Dome opened) turned and with tears rolling down her face said "I never thought we would be in here... together.. again".... and I friggin lost it.... and didnt regain it through the entire pre game... When they showed Hollywood Joe on the screed... when the players ran out on the field.... when Irma and Alan played the National Anthem... I was teared up and crying.....

Regained my composure when the football started and when Gleason blocked the punt it started all over again.... A bunch of us huddle jumping up and down... everyone was crying...

As much as I disliked him, I remember Michael Ervin (Sp??) when he was inducted into the Hall of Fame... Here is a Cow girl..... his theme was that football was so much more than just a game and he said something like... "I was there in New Orleans when they re-opened the Dome... The emotion of that stadium and how it helped to bring that community together... How it helped those people get away from their problems if just for awhile... DONT TELL ME ITS JUST A GAME"...... something like that

And it was for me and I am sure all of us....

Great memories

Great recall of that night man. I was on the couch, my dog Rocker (passed away now) was my good luck charm. I kept on scratchin him for good luck and he kept on delivering.

I sat quiet for most of that game. Smiling...and crying...yeah, it was better than the Super Bowl...or at least different...

Because it actually had very little to do with football. It was about my people - our people. That I love sports and football and the Saints, and that the Saints could be the thing that everyone rallied around was just beautiful.

For sure I will never forget the sights and sounds of that game. When Gleason blocked that kick...that place erupting the way it did...all those images of Katrina went through my mind in a quarter of a second, but there are my guys, celebrating in the end zone...and there are my people, making so much noise they heard us in Cuba...I hugged my 60 pound lap dog and cried like a baby.

Man what a night.