
The New Orleans Saints are your Super Bowl Champions. The Saints rode the momentum from an onside kick recovery to 25 second-half points and their first-ever NFL title, beating the Colts, 31-17, a score that one would have had to be a genius to predict.
“We just believed in ourselves and we knew that we had an entire city and maybe an entire country behind us,” said Brees, the game’s MVP. “What can I say? I tried to imagine what this moment would be like for a long time, and it’s better than expected.
“Four years ago who ever thought this would be happening when 85 percent of the city was under water from (Hurricane) Katrina?” Brees said. “Most people not knowing if New Orleans would ever come back or if the organization and the team would come back. … This is the culmination of that belief and that faith.”–Y! Sports.
The game was iced when Tracey Porter ran a Peyton Manning pass back 74 yards for another Saints TD and a 14-point lead. Manning’s subsequent drive stalled out and the celebration was on. The win is the culmination of a feel-good season for the Gulf region; if there’s anything that the city of New Orleans needed, it was another excuse to get totally drunk out of their minds.


Thanks for clarifying which Katrina he was talking about. I wasn’t sure if he meant the time New Orleans got flooded by (Hurricane) Katrina or the time New Orleans got flooded by (Pregnant woman who’s water broke) Katrina.
Since you’re so eager to toot the early morning horn today, I’m going to have to be “that guy” and point out that the same “genius” also called Baltimore over Indy and Arizona over New Orleans in Divisionals, then New York over Indy and Minnesota over New Orleans in the Conference Finals (though you just covered the spread in the latter game). So yeah, nice work Biff.
strange: i’d ask you for a link to another prediction which is that ungodly spot-on, but i’d rather you save your strength to soak up the rest of your pey-pey tears with the lone survivor in the krispy kreme baker’s dozen of shame that you fucking hump fans shove down your own throats in place of the pistol that was never loaded in the first place.
Geez, Punte. That’s…
exactly right…
/contemplates morning whiskey
I take offense to that sir!
We NEVER need a reason. WHODAT!!!!
I don’t think the game was really iced with the interception. There was still some suspense left.
Fucking A after shitting in a bucket for a week and losing my house four years ago last night was the best thing those fuckers could have done, took a long time but I’m proud to be a Saints fan.
Bigal, what the fuck are you talking about? I was rooting for the Saints. I was simply pointing out that Punte technically picked against them in their previous two games, before he decided to quietly brag about how he made the right prediction betting for them. Geez, pop a fucking Xanax.