As stated in a previous post, I really like the Saints. I love the city, their people, their ownership, and their players. So it was a thrill last night to see the game that they produced.
Brees was outstanding and put up a performance for the ages. In fact, if you consider the drops by his receivers, he was nearly flawless.
The coaching was gutsy. From going for it at the end of the first half and getting stopped, to the huge call of an onside kick after halftime, the leadership was going to pull out all the stops to try and secure victory.
Finally, the rest of the players came to play. Bush and Thomas carried the ball well, their talented receiver corps played a solid game, and Jeremy Shockey got a horrible monkey off his back with a critical touchdown.
But by far the best moment was the genuine interplay between Brees and his son at the end of the game. That's a moment that will forever be replayed as Superbowl lore is reviewed.
And for New Orleans, and the rest of us for that matter, that will be something to relish.
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