re: What Did You Do When Porter Intercepted Manning?

I was at a friend of mine's house with a big group and as he picked it and the room exploded, I stood there in shock and clenched my fists. I was ABSOLUTELY POSITIVE that there was going to be a flag on Smith for a block in the back. When it didn't come I just collapsed back into my seat in relief.

Right after that play, some guy I didn't know was yelling "We just won the Super Bowl!" I dog-cussed him and told him to shut up. My friend told me I said something about Manning making a living out of ripping your heart out when you think you had him beat. I honestly didn't relax until there was under a minute left. Call it the conditioned response of a long-time Saints fan.

I was at Ernst Cafe and I remember going nuts. Then an impromptu dance party broke out, and then I went into the street and ran straight at oncoming traffic while screaming as loud as i could. most awesome feeling ever.

I thought the same thing... Being a saints fan will always make u think of the worst scenarios.

I called it the week prior, and posted it here. I said the game would be decided by a pick 6 thrown by Manning. When Porter picked it with nothing in front of him, I jumped up, threw the couch pillow on the floor and yelled "WHAT'D I SAY?!" and I don't remember a lot after that. All my friends out here have always bagged on the Saints(not hard to do), and about 20 of them were at my house for the game.

I was in the Saints endzone (along with several other people on here). Had my 12 year old nephew next to me...I just grabbed him and watched Porter take it all the way back. High-fived a whole bunch of strangers and probably spilled more of my 10 dollar beer

I looked at my 13 year old and said "we won"... I still get goosebumps when I think about it...

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I thought the same thing... Being a saints fan will always make u think of the worst scenarios.

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Yea no shite. I'm surprsied more people didn't mention this. I was in a bar with both arms extended shoving people off of me looking for a flag. I was screaming (I'm getting chills typing this btw, I swear!!!)

NO FLAG...NO FLAG...NO FLAG...and not until after the extra point was kicked did I go nuts.

The funny this is I couldn't hear anything that was being said all I remember was the sound of glass breaking.

Where: In the quarter in some bar


We've had our hearts broken SO MANY FRICKING TIMES!!! River City Realy anyone????!!!! I was praying for no flag.

we tailgate for every saints home game so there was no way we werent throwing something big for the bowl. started tailgating in my friends front yard in old metairie at about 10am. keg, crown, drinking games all day.

in my friends living room there were about 20 of us everywhere. couch, ground, folding chair, lawn chairs, beanbag, etc. i wa actually standing on the couch (nerves were way too much to sit) when it happened. beer goes flying and dive into the mosh pit/dog pile in the middle of the room screaming like a maniac. tearin up knowing my lid was finally validated because after all the years of people doggin the saints(even last yr there were still the doubters) and sticking with them we finally fricking did it.

as the clock ticked down we run to the fridge and arm ourselves with about a dozen bottles of champaign and have our own lockeroom celebration in the porch.

after that we b-line it for the quarter rolling down elysian hanging out the windows and sunroof wavin the colors in traffic with te rest of the who dat nation runnin wild. get dropped off and head to st louis cathedral where I laid the colors down in front the church, got on my knees and started bowing and thanking godforvletting this happen. people taking pictures and shite, and that's where it gets hazy.

WHO MOTHERfrickING DAT

I just starting yelling and swearing like a sailor at peyton manning, like f you manning take that!