Needless to say I am one happy dude. My beloved Saints are Superbowl champs.
If my live blogging the big game annoyed you I am sorry, but I thought a few of you might enjoy reading the notions filling my head as I watched. For the record I only three things twice, I refrained from cursing but not yelling and when Tracy Porter intercepted that Manning pass I grabbed my oldest son and tossed him above my head four or five times. Normally this is not a feat I can perform, as he is nearly 90 pounds and only an inch shy of five foot, but caught in the moment he was light as a feather.
After the game I received about 50 text messages and a dozen phone calls. Perhaps the coolest conversation I had was with my old FFA teacher from high school who remembered I was a big Saints fan even back then. Pretty cool to know one of your teachers is thinking about you some nineteen years after you've graduated.
Football is now over so I am shifting much of my energy on writing.
I knew this was gonna be a great year and everything still points that direction so I need to get my work out into the marketplace and keep the good times rolling.