It’s been more than two weeks since I’ve had the urge to write about the Saints. Even now, I find it hard to put what I feel into words. Like most Saints fans, my feelings have been on a rollercoaster ride through a gambit of emotions.
I realize now that I dissociated myself from what happened in the NFC Championship. After the game, I walked out of the Superdome, shell-shocked, yet somehow unsurprised and oddly at peace. Why? Because as a Saints fan, I’m used to the disappointment.
I’ve only been a hardcore Who Dat since 2004, so forgive me for not mentioning the heartbreaking moments that occurred before then.