I know, just let me gloat this one time...

Okay. I'm out. Most of the bloggers that I read or know of don't usually write about sports. For the most part, we're into the creative and contemplative side of life.

HOWEVER....

The New Orleans Saints have won the Super Bowl and I have to talk about it, being from and living in the great state of Louisiana. And not only that, it was a great game. Did you see that 2 point conversion? Amazing. I grew up in a house before Cable TV. What that meant for me was that from September until the end of January, we watched football. All weekend long. There was no History channel, no Discovery channel, no Bravo.

My brothers and I played football in the streets of our neighborhood. I was one of the only girls who played. And I was good. I had to be. With two brothers, you learned to be competitive or you became a "wuss". I was not a wuss. I played football, flipped fences, and crawfished with the best of them.

And for years, we watched the Saints lose. Still, we stuck with them, for the most part. Sometimes, it was embarrasing, but Louisiana still had our hearts. Come on, give us a break. We don't have much! Swamps, alligators, cajun food, crawfish and the worst politics and schools in the country. Still, we had our pride and our passion. And that's one thing I can say for most lifelong residents of the boot state, we have passion.

So...even though my intellectual side hates this phrase and doesn't ever want to hear it again, my competivive side has to say it, just once...

WHO DAT? YEAH, BABY!!!!