That's what's been happening in my brain all week. I keep going over it, again and again. Can't stop thinking about it. The Moment. When we realized that the kick was good and we were going to the Superbowl. The screams of pure unadulterated joy, blended with a double shot of disbelief. Everyone grabbing everyone else, friends, strangers, didn't matter. Hugging, kissing, crying, everyone screaming,
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit holy shit HOLY SHIT!!"
The waves of joy keep washing over me like a fucking tsunami. This feeling, it's completely brand new to us. The feeling of knowing that your team, YOUR TEAM, is going to the Superbowl. Completely uncharted territory for each and every one of us. It's great. I like it. I want more.
I'm not going to try to explain how deep the connection is between this city and this football team. There have been so many articles about that floating around ESPN.com, NFL.com, etc. that it's exhausting. If you're reading this and you're from South Louisiana, there's nothing to explain.
It's an unforgettable feeling, this moment we're all in right now. Ten more days to ride this wave, Who Dats. Hang on and enjoy the ride! WHO DAT SAID DEY GONNA BEAT DEM SAINTS!! WHO DAT!! WHO DAT!!