On some hot wings and a prayer…

The Saints upset the Colts 31-17 last night and we can now retire that stupid “Who Dat?” crap that’s been shoved in our ears the last few days.  I was rooting for the commercials myself and while there were some good ones (Betty White in the Snickers commercial, some of the Doritos ones), there were plenty of duds.  E*Trade should have gotten the memo that talking babies is soooooooo last season and is Go Daddy selling anything but smut?  Keep your clothes on you whores.

Commercial break over, back to the game…  the Saints overcame a 10 point deficit in the first to make it an interesting the first three quarters.  Besides one TD in the third, it looked like Garrett Hartley’s foot was the only scoring apparatus on the Saints team!  There were some wild plays like the onside kick fumbled by Hank Baskett into the arms of a Saint and Moore’s headstand at the endzone barely managing to break the plane with the ball for a successful 2 point conversion- who knew junior high breakdancing would come in handy in the NFL?  That pretty much locked it up but Porter read Manning’s intended target like a book, stepping in to intercept whatever chances the Colts still had at that point.  We can now start Mardi Gras early!