The New Orleans Saints won Super Bowl XLIV over the Indianapolis Colts 31-17.
The game turned out to be a hard fought, entertaining affair for all who watched. Both teams played well enough to win.
As far as the game itself, I wouldn't have been too upset to see another son of New Orleans, Peyton Manning bring the trophy home for the Colts. While living in New Orleans, we'd see the Manning family eating at a local cafeteria after church on Sundays. Peyton and Eli were just little boys at the time. Archie quarterbacked the Saints.
But, this Super Bowl was much more than just a football game.
You could see it on the faces of all of the Saints players.
Tears flowed all around.
Grown men crying.
The post-game comments quickly turned to bringing home a win to their city, a city badly in need of a boost, of a win.
The Saints' owner declared that the win meant that New Orleans and all of Louisiana was back! I'm not sure about that, but I do know that watching the game from start to finish hooked my emotions way beyond the game or the venue or the event. I thought all the way from kickoff to final whistle mostly about a great American city still in need of my concern and richly deserving my devotion and loyalty.
Something about that crazy, wonderful city.
Once you've tasted its rich life, its wonderful people and its historic culture, you just can't get it out of your system.
Thanks, Saints! Your city needed that, and so did the rest of us who love it just like all of you do.