But Super Bowl XLIV won't go down as one of the alltime greats, simply because of the lack of drama at the end. But gotta hand it to New Orleans, winning in their first trip 31-17 after a franchise history of futility and a city beaten up by the elements.
I feel great for Sean Payton, who I always liked as a Giants offensive coordinator. He and his staff called a gunslinger's game from the sideline, going for it on fourth down, calling a successful onside kick to start the second half, and calling that all-out blitz that pressured Peyton Manning and caused that game-clinching interception by Tracy Porter.
And can't say enough about the performance of Drew Brees. Can't say enough about both quarterbacks, really, in the most pass-heavy Super Bowl ever. And, just as an aside, how insufferable might Jeremy Shockey become now after catching that go-ahead touchdown pass?
Actually, the worst part of the game was the halftime show. Daltry and Townsend just can't do it anymore, even though they did pretty good for two old rockers pushing, what, 90?
To all the Saints fans out there, congrats. And as we say up here in the north country, Lessez Les Bontemps Roulez!