I’ve
discussed at length why football brings about the emotions it so effortlessly coaxes from its followers. We don’t only find a reason to attach a ridiculous amount of our happiness to our team of choice, when they aren’t playing we muster up the energy to shift our hatred and exuberance elsewhere. For me, the result was a slightly irrational attachment to the
Saints for a great number of reasons (bottom of the article). Their team is a series of cast-offs (Vilma, Brees, Colston), their coach gave up salary to get the defensive coordinator he wanted, and their city could obviously use a distraction, not to mention any financial windfall that winning might bring. As such, I was understandably nervous, given that if you had asked me before the game, I would have given an edge to the Colts, a.k.a. the team that doesn’t lose when it tries.