When the Saints Come Marching In

I'm in absolute shock.

Infact, its hard for me to even write this.

I'm not a die hard Saints fan. I made fun of them back when they where 3-13. I was a bandwagon jumper back in '05 when they made the playoffs. I don't own a jersey.

Heck, I didn't own any Saints gear 'till about 2 weeks ago.

And yet, here I am, with a Saints hat, with a stupid big smile on my face.

This time, I was the one honking second line out on my car horn. May it be an insperation to all you nerds out there to get out and enjoy this once in a lifetime oppertunity.

You only win your first Super Bowl once, you know.

And it was a game. A big shout out to the crowd at Viola, you guys rocked.

And the guys I was with, you people are like number one on my list to watch more football games with.

Plus, I got free drinks, a hat, and a t-shirt out of it.

But, man, was it a party.

Last time I was called the nerdiest who dat. This time, I was dancing on a table. With a big black guy. I think... I think I may have actually gotten a little cooler after that one. Maybe.

I huged several random strangers. one old lady, one big musicular guy, two girls that a cooler man might try to pick up and the aformentioned black guy.

And as I stumbled out into the street, no one was more suprised than I to feel a streak of wetness on my cheek.

A single tear. A tear for victory.

Go Saints. Bless you boys.