Cards@Saints: View from Section 109

I'm hoarse, exhausted, and my pelvis hurts from standing up for most of 3 hours.  If fans can't keep up an extremely high level of screaming, clapping, and pounding throughout all the visiting team's series of downs, how can we expect the players to perform at 100% all out, on every play throughout the game?  Can't. 

Great game, my wife's favorite:  Blowout, so she doesn't have to wring her hands for 4 quarters.  Completely different game than the Dallas loss.  Superdome looked awesome when I walked in, knew it was going to be a good one.  First play of the game, long run for a TD.  Wife stared at me.  I said "Just like at Dallas in 2006.  Now they're cocky and the Saints will roll."  More staring.  "Remember?"  Still more staring. I realized, I think, that Gregg Williams was going for the kill on the first play.  I'm guessing an all out blitz, but the hole was huge, and I thought "If 41 doesn't move over and make the play, this guy is gone" and boom he was.  No matter, I wasn't concerned at all and the crowd got right back into it.  I was able to see Randall Gay's chop strip on the Cards' next play from scrimmage: awesome, classic, fortunate bounce of the ball, my play of the game.  Devery's catch on the flea flicker?  I do not know how Brees got the ball back and was able to gauge and throw that ball.  Did he just chunk it?  A bit short but right in the bread basket, boom 6, right in front of me, awe inspiring yet again.  You saw the game, no more about that from me, but I will say it was LOUD in that first quarter and our seats were on the other end of the field.  So loud, I could feel my inner ear canals.  Warm, tingly feeling, and some pressure.  Did not feel that at the Dallas game last month.  Fans know now they have to help and they did today.  Also, no one (in the 2 sections I could see) sat down while the game clock was counting, until late in the 3rd quarter or so.  That's unusual.  Nobody sat down.  WIfe sat next to a nice mother and daughter, who owned my next camera.  So this should be my last post with really poor photos:

Me and Billy Miller.  More on this Monday.  He's pretty big but so am I.  We should have compared bellies.

How ironic.  She was actually flaunting it, flagrantly.

First series. 

  When you're up 45-14, you only send in 8 players on defense. 

Game over, fans still yelling.

Drunk Cardinal fan, likes to have his photo taken.