I was in a Buffalo Wild Wings that was full of Saints fans (don't tell me Shreveport is a Cowboys city) and the Vikes were driving. You could just feel it slipping away. On that 3rd and 15 the Vikes were gonna run it and we'd have to hope for a missed long field goal.
Then Favre comes out throwing and starts rolling to the right and it was like watching in slow motion. I'm thinking, "Holy shite he's about to throw back across his body!" and then Porter stepped in front. Everybody in BWW came back to life. I'll never forget how loud it was in there when Hartley hit that field goal.