so after the wonderful Bobby Hebert parade of the last post, we celebrated that Sat. night by going out to the French Quarter and then watching the game at home on SuperBowl Sunday. Since Senorita hadn't had a nap that day, we bathed her and she fell asleep by game time, 5:40ish. I sat and watched the first quarter with the parents and Ahmed; since the Saints weren't doing so well, Brenda left for Walmart and I retreated into the bedroom like I'd done with the 2 other playoff games--to begin my praying for other people. T was sleeping on the bed and I lay across the bottom/foot area to pray. I'd go in to see what the clapping was about when I heard it or the fussing. I saw the halftime show and the on side kick to start the 2nd half! Yay. Then Tifany called in the 4th quarter and as I was hanging up the phone in the TV room I saw the interception TD. I jumped up and down so much and began hyperventilating. A friend called then a cousin rang. We had to call Brenda to come home from WM (Come home NOW! David yelled into the phone). I watched the Colt's final drive and the wonderful kneel down by Brees. I'm jumping and crying. We watched the post game celebration and then woke up T and all piled into the jeep to go downtown, cheering and honking. It was Wonderful!
Monday, February 22, 2010
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