The Saints were ROBBED

I don't know if you watch the NFL, but this past Sunday can be one of the best or worst days for the game. There is generally no shortage of hype and expectation. The battles for the conference championships determines who goes to the penultimate game, modestly know as the Super Bowl.

At any rate, after all the hype and hyperbole, the games were played. Indie got the Pats monkey off of their collective back with a 38-34 homefield victory. Manning rallied his troops from an 18 point deficit to become AFC champions.

In the NFC, the fairy tale team from hurricane ravage New Orleans had their dreams shattered by the hapless Bears. But it wasn't all the Bears doing, in a pivotal moment, the referrees failed to reverse an awful call when kick off returner Peterson had the ball ripped from his arms while laying on the ground.

I'm still scratching my head at how the call possibly went the way it did.

So, a major turning point, the Saints went from getting back into the game to getting pinned deep...giving up a safety (really bad decision) and then the flood gates opened. And despite the score (39-14), the Chicago offence remained offensive. Grossman is easily the grossest QB to go to the Super Bowl. Not since Boomer Esiason has someone with so little ability achieved so much. I guess the Al Davis adage holds true in Chicago moreso than in most places, "Just win, baby!".

And I'm still scratching my head on how that fumble was a fumble....