Wanted to revisit a topic about the Saints Super Bowl.

was on a contract in New Orleans primarily so I could be there during the playoff run. Watched it at my house with my wife and immediate family only. I didn't want people that I didn't really know or care about ruining the experience for me.

I've never been so nervous watching a game on TV. I'd compare it to a close family member or friend having major surgery. I didn't enjoy the game or relax until the TP pick.

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I missed out on the first half hour of celebrating but I couldn't stand being at some party where some stupid girl would make comments about why we don't we stop them from scoring or start throwing deep every play.

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motherfricking this

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Watched it at my house with my wife and immediate family only. I didn't want people that I didn't really know or care about ruining the experience for me.

I've never been so nervous watching a game on TV. I'd compare it to a close family member or friend having major surgery. I didn't enjoy the game or relax until the TP pick.

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This. Was exactly my point. LSU's first championship was enough for me. I watched it at a Fox and Hound. A lot of OU fans. I had the redasss. I would never be "start a fight guy" or anything like that. But I felt sick for half of that game. Ohio State CG I watched it at home. It became a laugher and I wanted to be in bar. Was just with wife and a couple who don't care about the game.

I always said I wanted to be in the quarter for the biggest game in Saints history.So my wife and friends watched at CATS MEOW and then partied down bourbon st.AWESOME NIGHT!!!!

Had to make the trip to the French Quarter to watch it. Had to be with lots of fans.

I was out in the middle of a monthlong tour, which included a show in indianapolis literally a week before the super bowl. Those indy people talked so much (good natured) shite. They really didn't think there was a chance in hell that they were gonna lose.

We rolled into Boston and by sheer dumb luck stumbled into the Baseball bar where they happened to watch LSU games and crossed our fingers hoping that they watched the Saints games there too.

We walked in early to six or seven people in Colts jerseys and were kind of thinking like we were shite out of luck BUT we stayed because they were serving free food the whole night, and had $5 pitchers of rolling rock. By the time game time rolled around, those colts fans were still the only ones, and the bar had filled with 200+ saints fans doing what saints fans do- throwing down. There were also more than a handful of Patsy fans just praying that Peyton didn't get another superbowl, watching in awe as new orleans invaded their town.

The result was us downstairs watching the first half with our best friend band from champaign IL, who were not that big a sports fan, and moved upstairs into the throng for the second half. The champaigners just watched in amazement as the place went beserk at the pick 6 and tears started rolling down my cheeks as i realize we were going to actually win. They could not believe our reactions to the game. they literally had never seen anyone react to sports that way. I just kept saying, "y'all just don't understand..."

It was quite literally the best place we could've been aside from new orleans. CNN was there with cameras filming all of us freaking out. People bought us shots, and hugged and screamed. snuck outside and called my pops and he was a shell. could barely speak.

Wish i could've been in nola. but this was the next best thing.

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My Dad. It was a quiet analytical viewing of the first half. My Dad and I only got quieter after the big "pick-6" because neither of us wanted to speak to jinx anything.

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Wow, almost the exact same thing as me. My dad grew up in New Orleans and actually went to the first Saints game ever. Our lucky charm throughout the playoffs was his program from that first game. After the pick 6 me and my uncle were going nuts, knowing that the Saints had just sealed the deal. But my dad, who had seen the Saints blow so many games throughout their history wasn't celebrating yet. After the Colts turned it over own downs, me and my uncle were celebrating again while my dad was speechless with tears in his eyes. It meant so much to him, especially after what Hurricane Katrina did to our family, especially his parents. And after it was all over he busted out a bottle of champagne and walked down the street passing it out to the neighbors.

Watched it at home with my family and girlfriend and we made a crapload of food we knew we could never eat. After the pick 6 by porter my dad picked up my girlfriend and spun her around as we all freaked out. Tears were rolling down my eyes as we hopped into our car and drove around honking the horn and hugging random strangers who were outside their houses as well.

What an incredible night that was.

This is what my view looked like.

There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. Me and four buds made the trip, and it was obviously amazing.

I always say this now, "After a while, I will forget how much that trip cost me. But I will never forget that trip!"

We were at the Deanie's Bucktown and met and enjoyed life with some of the best people we ever met. When Tracy's INT took place it absolutely ROCKED in there.