I’m not a huge football fan 364 days of the year, but because New Orleans is my soon-to-be home, I was psyched for the superbowl this year. I cheered my butt off for the Saints, and was thrilled when they won. I couldn’t help picturing the excitement and celebrating that would be going on in the city last night, and I must admit I was (ever so slightly) bitter that I wasn’t there to dance on Bourbon Street with the other fans. That aside, way to go Saints!