Let Sean Payton get an extra slice of King Cake today. Let Drew Brees receive complimentary plastic surgery on his mole scar for the rest of his days. And assure me that Gregg Williams will be entrusted with Lil Wayne's share of beads come Fat Tuesday. For the New Orleans Saints are the victors in the 44th Super Bowl. Who dat? Who dat? Who dat say gonna beat dem Saints? Who dat? Who dat? Nobody. Not Peyton. He didn't say nothin'. Not after his Pick-6 to Tracey Porter sealed the game with more than three minutes to play. All that you could hear in Miami was the roar of the increasingly pro-Saints crowd.
There is no question that the call of the game was Saints coach Sean Payton's decision to try an onside kick to open the second half. Trailing, 10-6, Payton knew that long clock-killing drive by Manning and the Colts could snuff out his team's comeback hopes. So, he got aggressive. He tried to change the momentum. And made a risk-reward call that could get his team back in control of the game. And Morstead's kick was perfect. It deflected off a Colts player and was corralled by the Saints. Cue the horns.
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