How 'bout them Cowboys???
I purposely avoided watching the Cowboys/Saints game because I had zero faith in our Boys. So I caught the 14-3 score in the first half, and I was guardedly optimistic. At the start of the 4th, I was pleased that we were somehow still up 24-10. Luckily, I was able to catch the last half of the 4th at a bar that was apparently packed with Saints fans. They were cheering at all the wrong moments. What made it even stranger was that the place was packed with 10-15 guys and gals dressed in Santa suits - they were just drunk and cheering for Christmas. Anyhow, I cussed the TV and almost threw a beer when Folk missed that effing field goal, but I relished the pure deflation that occurred in that place when DeMarcus "I Almost Broke My Effing Neck Last Week" Ware sacked Brees and Ratliff recovered the fumble. I jumped up and down and launched the orange slice out of my empty Blue Moon glass. The outnumbered Cowboy fans were all high-fiving each other - hell, we even high-fived the creepy dude at the end of the bar wearing a Doors t-shirt that barely covered his belly.
Good times. Go Cowboys. Whew.