Submitted by Char on Mon, 02/08/2010 - 2:09pm

OUR BOYS WON!!!!

I'm still coming to grips with the idea that I now live in a world where the New Orleans Saints are Super Bowl champions. I'd think it was just a dream, but my throat still hurts and I sound a bit like Marlon Brando's tapes in Apocalypse Now, and every news channel tells me I am in fact awake and yes. Yes, the Saints won. I am so, so glad I was able to witness this extraordinary event (and muchas gracias to MeiLin Miranda, who let us into her home despite warnings about the rabid nature of a Char watching football)!

Now, the Colts played a good game. I remarked a couple of times that it was one of the cleanest games I'd seen -- remarkably few flags were thrown, and once the Saints shook off their daze and started to PLAY, both teams really seemed to have it together. I am such an amateur when it comes to football, but I thought it was a damned enjoyable game. Jim Caldwell gave a very classy speech at the end of the game, and aside from Peyton Manning's infernal FACE the entire team conducted themselves professionally, so I think I might consider putting aside my urge to punch Manning in the face and add the Colts to my "they're OK, I'll pull for them when they're not playing my team" list.

BTW, my urge to punch Peyton Manning in the face predates this season, or even his position with the Colts. Yes, I have wanted to sock ol' Pete in the kisser since Tennessee. I may be arbitrary in my pugilistic urges, but dammit I STICK BY THEM.

The best moment of the game was definitely when Tracy Porter intercepted that pass and ran it back 74 yards for the touchdown. Oh my God. I screamed my bloody head off the moment Porter's fingers touched that ball, and kept screaming and dancing around after he had finished his own touchdown shimmy. Irk and MeiLin were screaming right along with me, scaring MeiLin's dog, cat, both sets of children, and possibly a few neighbors as well. Within seconds, I had gotten texts from several friends and family (my mom was at church with her phone on silent so I could keep my parents updated on the score). And when they won?

It felt like the whole world celebrated with us.

I never did remember what it was that I swore wouldn't happen until the Saints played the Super Bowl. Hell, they WON the damn thing, so that means it'll come extra-true, right? Whatever it was, I remember it was something so stupidly awesome and improbable that I didn't even bother remembering to hope for it.

Also, how effing CUTE is Brees and his son? I nearly bawled at the whole scene after they won it was so adorkable.