This post doesn't have a title because there is no way I could ever come up with something clever or inspirational enough deserving of this moment. I'm noticing that many of you are feeling the same way. It also flies in the face of everything that I have ever been taught about good headline writing. But I've been thinking about what I would say if I were ever in this exact situation since about week five of the season and still haven't come up with anything so how good would it really be anyway, right?
And there's no way in hell I could ever fill up an entire post with moving prose that puts a smile on your face and a tear in your eye either. We all know how special this is; you don't need me to tell you that. Who am I anyway? I wasn't there for Gilliam's return. Didn't experience Dempsey's kick. Never saw Peyton and Eli's dad play. All I know of Bobby Hebert is that he's just a bumbling sports radio host. I'm just a lucky son-of-a-bitch who started following the Saints ten years ago and haven't had to deal with nearly as much heartache as many of you.
For all intents and purposes, last nights game against the Vikings was the Super Bowl; our Super Bowl. Forget Miami. No matter what happens in two weeks, I'm sure many of us can agree that this season has already been a smashing success. Let's face it, a victory against the Colts would just be lagniappe at this point because even after 43 years, last night was an experience not even the oldest Saints fans ever witnessed. We're all on equal footing now.
So let's all enjoy the next two weeks; we've earned it. And thank you for letting me share my experiences of this season with you and for being a part of this community. You've all taught me so much about the history of our team and that has enabled me to be a better fan. After last night, I realize that this whole thing is and will always be much bigger than any one person, player or fan. The work I put in on this website is the least I can do for all of you and to be able to pay my debt for not suffering with you the first thirty-three years. Consider this my feeble attempt to pay my respects to those who came before me.
It's a great time to be Saints fans.