Saints Ain't the "Aints" No More

Another year and another stellar Super Bowl game to watch on a cold night in Jersey when I wish I was in South Florida just for the fact that it's nice and warm in Miami.  With the Saints winning the Super Bowl it seems to give hopes to fans and people associated with other teams that don't have any prestige, like the Jets, Chiefs, and especially the Lions right now.  The Saints have always been a team that opponents have just rolled over.  Even though playing in the Super Dome is tough, the Saints haven't been remotely close to being as tough.

Signing Drew Brees was the best thing that ever happened to the Saints.  They brought in a guy that was injured at first, but he is the definition of a professional the way he goes about his business on the field.  Now that he is a Super Bowl winner and Super Bowl MVP he just put himself into the "elite" group of the NFL quarterbacks.  His performance last night was nothing short of amazing.  I'm not going to say he outplayed Peyton, but last night Drew Brees was the better quarterback which lead to him being the winning quarterback.  Mr. Brees deserves it, he just seems like a good dude with all the charities that him and his wife partake in and in his post game interview he was so overwhelmed that it was impossible to hear what he was saying through that enormous smile he had on.

The game itself was great.  There was a balanced amount of defense and offense to make the game enjoyable to watch and not only that, it was some what back and forth for a little, plus the Saints overcame a 10-0 deficit.  Now, the commercials absolutely blew.  I can't remember another year where I didn't laugh at all during the commercials.  Only the E*TRADE baby was good.  I mean come on Bud Light get your act together for the Super Bowl, you're paying an unreal amount of money the least they could do is step their game up for a great commercial, but they didn't.  Next, The Who looked like a bunch of skeletons on stage during the halftime show.  The last couple of years with Prince (or whatever he is now), Tom Petty, and Bruce Springsteen the half time shows have be great, especially when you compare them to Nelly.  This year just didn't do it for me.

On a final note, I'd consider selling a kidney if someone were to tell me they could get me a plane ticket to New Orleans and spend this week leading up to Mardi Gras on Bourbon Street.  I mean talk about perfect timing, the Saints make and win the first Super Bowl in franchise history and only about a week away is one of the biggest parties in the world, Fat Tuesday.  I can only imagine the bar scenes going on down there and the nonstop partying....maybe one day.