BILOXI, MS (WLOX) - It was one of the greatest sports moments of my life. Surreal in some ways, incredibly emotional in others. I'm referring, of course to the Saints victory over the Vikings. The Who Dats are in the Super Bowl for the first time in the team's 43 year history.
But let me digress. There have been four sporting events in my life that have left an undeniable mark on my psyche. The first (in no particular order) was watching my two daughters play soccer. One at the high school level, the other at the high school and college levels. I felt a completely parental sense of pride watching them pour their hearts out on the field. Winning most of the time, but losing with grace when they had to. The games taught them life lessons they carry forward to this day.
Next, watching my beloved Boston Celtics play the Atlanta Hawks at Lakefront Arena in New Orleans back in 1985. It was the only time I've even been able to see the Celtics play live, right in front of me. In that one game, Larry Bird scored his career high of 60 points. The crowd of 12,000 was chanting LARRY, LARRY, over and over again. Of course, the Celtics won. A memory I will never forget.
Next up, we go back to 1999 at the Coast Coliseum. Myself, my wife, and the two kids, along with 9600 other people. That night, the Sea Wolves hockey team won the Kelly Cup championship. The crowd went wild, and so did I. Another moment I will never forget.
And then came Sunday night, January 24th, 2010. Saints vs. Vikings for the NFC championship. I was actually working that night, if you can call it that. The work would come after the game. I was sitting, then standing in Skeeters Sports Bar, along with about 300 other people. Watching the game, pacing nervously.
And then the overtime kick that sent the Saints to the big game. The crowd went wild, and they were loud, really loud. I could barely hear myself think. I saw things that I thought I would never see. Complete strangers hugging and kissing and high-fiving each other. Delirious in their complete joy. A moment etched in time.
But then, it was time for work. Do interviews, get back to the station, get stuff on the air, and write a story for the morning show. But despite the harried pace, I would never trade that night for anything in the world. I was a part of history that will be remembered forever.
The only way to end this blog is by writing two things, WHO DAT? And GEAUX SAINTS!