The whole game sucked. Didn't feel right from the time I stepped into the Superdome. Lights were too bright. Saints played like crap but Cowgirls probably played very well too. 4th quarter was OK, the rest sucked. Surrounded by obnoxious, very very very loud Cowgirl fans, pretty much ruined the game for me. At the end, I had to tell the skank behind me "You talk a lot of trash for a wild card team." She said "We just beat the best team in the league!!!!" or something, I don't remember. I said "I would say 'See you in the playoffs' but I don't think you're going to make it." She blabbered on and I said something about the Vikings and I don't know what else. I am glad that we got a loss and don't have to think about perfection anymore, that is a LOT of pressure on a team even if they think they are the sh*t. At least they found out they aren't now, and not in the playoffs. No photos, they all sucked too. Saw Heath Evans signing autographs at the Gift Shop, didn't recognize him, cop had to tell me who he was. I said "He looks small. I think I can take him." Cop doubled over in laughter. Didn't think it was that funny. Heath put his Jesus fish in his mouth this week I guess. Letter to the editor in the T-P from someone named Epstein or something who took him to task for blogging about not knowing what to tell his little girl when she asks why people say "Happy Holidays" and not "Merry Christmas". Didn't know it was such a huge problem to educate one's children about atheists, agnostics, jews, muslims, etc. I'm soured. Crappy selection in the gift shop too. I'm telling you, terrible night all around. I think PT killed one of my fantasy teams tonight too. Looking forward to next week. 13-1, baby!