I am a die-hard, cut me and I bleed black and gold Saints fan. Which mean that although Payton's dad Archie was quite possibly the greatest Saints quarterback of all time and Joseph Addai was an LSU Tiger (Louisiana's OTHER beloved sports team), I had absolutely NO emotional attachment to yesterday's game. And thank Jesus I didn't because besides Devin Hester's opening kickoff return, the game was boooooooooooring. Watching it was like watching Paris Hilton try to count to 7--initially entertaining, increasingly embarrassing, and ultimately unfulfilling. That being said, I ask you this my friends: Why can't more Superbowl plays be like Tecmo Superbowl's Bo Jackson runs?