Never get tired of watching that. Even though it iced the game, I didn't feel that way at the time. Being a lifelong Saints fan, I'd seen them snatch defeat from the jaws of victory too many times before to feel comfortable until we stopped them on 4th down inside the 10 with seconds left.
A couple of years after that my truck wouldn't start. A friend told me to call the mechanic who fixed the trucks where he worked. An old man showed up and when he saw I was wearing a Saints Superbowl T-shirt he said Tracy Porter was his nephew and talked about him the whole time he was working on my truck.
