I'm a Packers fan. But my husband is a die-hard Saints fan, so I will cheer for them, unless of course they are playing my Pack. So naturally this playoff season has been an exciting one around here, particularly given the rough time we've been going through.
I'm not sure I can say I believed that they would win, not gonna lie. If a team could win on sheer momentum and fanbase loyalty, this would be the team. During the first quarter I watched my husband getting more and more dejected and I wanted things to change more than anything. Its cliched, its overstating the obvious, but he, like many Saints fans, NEEDED that win.
If you aren't a sports fanatic like we are, you probably think this is silly. Its not. I think that a big part of the reason sports appeal to so many is that its a form of pure escapism. There is nothing better than forgetting your problems for a few hours while you watch a sporting event. It can also take a lot out of you. I've spent more hours than I should crying over a hard loss. I guess being a Red Sox fan was my destiny. ;)
So it wasn't terribly surprising to see my husband crying for a good long time after the Saints did the amazing last night. I am not sure our 4 year old understood why Daddy wouldn't let him go, but I did. It was like all of the stress of the past few months came pouring out of him.
Which is why this picture has to be one of my favorite ever. Ever! Baby Brees is grinning because his daddy is playing with him. He may not understand, but he will. And if you don't love that Saints fan got this win, well, I can't help ya. But from my own selfish perspective, sometimes you just need the win.
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