Be honest. Unless your last name is Manning (and maybe even if it is...), or you live in Indiana, you were hoping--just a bit--that the Saints would win the Super Bowl.
We all knew it couldn't really happen. Somehow, Peyton the Magnificent would steal the show, and the Saints and their fans would hear the clock chime midnight.
But the world of sports did what it does just often enough to keep us coming back. The underdogs won. The sad/happy City of New Orleans is celebrating an impossible victory, just a few years after its impossible tragedy.
With all due respect to the amazing professionals who are the Colts, this game had to go this way. The storybook tale needed a storybook ending. The Saints may never get there again, but for as long as they're selling disgusting green drinks in weird plastic cups on Bourbon Street, this one will be the stuff of legend.
The Saints have won the Super Bowl. Laissez les bon temps rouler!