Someone from on high was looking down and I suspect there was some sort of divine intervention.
I am in no way a Saints fan or a bandwagon supporter. I am just a lowly beat reporter from Schenectady, NY, who believes that miracles can indeed happen.
For most of my life, all 22 years of it, the Saints have always been "the 'aints" of the NFC, losing season after season and treating their fans to as much heartbreak as my San Diego Chargers did with Ryan Leaf. In the past four years, with coaching and player changes, the Saints have turned around a no-hope franchise into a crusading tour de force.
Throughout the season, as I saw Drew Brees and Co. whittle away at opponents, I never thought in a million years that they would make it past week four with a perfect record, or week eight even. After their loss to the Cowboys, I even thought them dead in the water when it came to playoff glory, expecting a choke of grand proportions. But in three weeks, the Saints returned to march their way through the playoffs and retain their glory.
In a town that has seen its share of misery, the Saints have brought hope and renewal. But I am also reminded that faith is rewarded to those who wait.
The Saints deserve this Super Bowl berth. The city of New Orleans deserves this game, and many have been waiting their whole lives for this moment. And while I am not one of them, I can at least feel happy for the Saints with Drew Brees as their quarterback.