You wait 32 years for this moment to come along and you go and suffer another major problem with your back and can't walk again. Well that's my story anyway.
I loved Sunday night in so many ways and no bitching pain in my back was going to stop that (well except when I jumped up in the air when Vilma picked Favre and remembered my back was part broken and ended up collapsed on the floor). The game was total tension throughout and I'm just glad I dosed myself up with painkillers as I was half floating all the way through. Not sure I could have taken it without.
I would like to thank the following people in order for making Sunday night the best night ever:
No seriously our boys were fantastic and they all deserve all the plaudits for a great team effort. The D were absolutely brilliant with Sharper, Vilma, Fujita, Harper, Hargrove... the list goes on. The O stuttered but did enough to get it done against a great D with Pierre Thomas making his moves at all the right times.
I'm just so happy for the whole city and region to see our boys in the Super Bowl. It's going to be a hell of a great time. In the meantime I'm off to see the surgeon tomorrow to find out what's gone wrong with the old back and am back stuck in bed again. At least it affords me the company of mates who keep coming round with beers to take my mind off things (or to talk continuously whilst I'm trying to type this - cheers D.May). And we've all got the great promise of a Super Bowl in under two weeks. As ever in life you take the rough with the smooth and nothing could be better to keep you focused than a Saints Super Bowl!!
Big love fellow Who Dats!