What I'm about to say is in total seriousness and sincerity.
I had a scary moment the other day. I had just gotten back from the LSU book store where I managed to find a few copies of the issues of Sports Illustrated with our champions on the cover. When I got home I showed them to my dad, since he was putting together a large display with all manner of memorabilia from this season. He gladly took them from me and proceeded to arrange them in an aesthetically pleasing manner. Standing there in that moment, a horribly sickening feeling washed over me. There were no more games this year. Not a single one. Not even the Pro Bowl. Every year for the past 43 years, every Saints fan has had at least one more game on the NFL schedule to look to after the Saints played their last game of the year. These games weren't looked forward to, seeing as we weren't in them, but there was still more to come from the football world. We have always been able to coast down from our football high, slowly, with playoff games and super bowls to watch after our season had ended.
But this year the faucet was suddenly turned off. Like a light switch. One minute it was football season, and sixty glorious unforgettable minutes later... deafening silence. This sudden immersion back into the land of the living has been a shock to me, and I'm certain it has been many others. Couple this with the sense of dread I have over next season. The thought that it's even possible we might not repeat scares the ever-loving bejesus1000 out of me. I. Want. More! We've had the taste of greatness and now I feel like it's been pulled out from under me. I want the season to continue. I don't want to have to start from a clean slate all. over. again.
Am I alone in feeling this way? Or are the rest of you, like me, clawing at the combine, draft, training camp, and pre-season, trying desperately to keep our euphoric momentum going?