I sat, I watched, I wondered, I agitated, I perambulated,
sitting back, then on the edge of my seat,
biting my nails.

Heck, we’re gonna lose. No, maybe not.
We’re ahead. No, now we’re not.
Oh geez, the last minute,
they’re gonna score, we’re not gonna win it.

Then bam! an interception
brings the house down,
with only seconds left,
no way to make a touchdown.

Then winning the toss in overtime,
perhaps the gods are smiling on us
perhaps still we can shine.
Then surging forward and toward the last goal
eating up the yardage, staying in control.

Then setting it up for a three point kick
we held our breath, some felt a little sick.
A foot met the ball and
sailed perfectly through the posts.

The Saints, the champions, win the NFC
and the ghosts
of 43 years of the aint’s
and paperbags on our head
were finally purged, finally shed.

The crowd erupted, the dome shook and shivered.
Some cried, some cheered,
some cried and cheered,
now is our time, this is our year.

Now on to the Superbowl
and we may prevail, the real prize
is just getting there but somehow
I feel we have the wind in our sails.

Geaux Saints!

– Richard Bienvenu 2010