If This Is Real Bush, Saints Are Super
The Saints, they insist, will be playing in the Super Bowl.
Mardi Gras, they declare, will have to wait.
It has been a silly notion to date, based on a woeful history in which the team has been renamed the Aints and fans have worn bags over their heads in a region ravaged by natural disasters and blight. But Saturday, during a three-hour jubilee of touchdowns and titillation, no one pondered the cursed past. From the long-awaited breakout performance of Reggie Bush, to the priest who hugged umbrella-toting owner Tom Benson, to the kiss coach Sean Payton planted on Bush's cheek, to the sound of 69,623 loons -- a mere 526 Arizona fans were in the house -- bouncing raucous decibels off the Superdome's concrete roof, this didn't seem like a story headed toward a crash next week.