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Like BigJim, I’m stunned by the performance of the Saints on Sunday Night Football against the Cowboys—a team that looked like it was the best in the NFC coming into Sunday, but looked thoroughly lost tonight (along with the officiating crew). Frequent Commenter Alfie and his bride-to-be certainly picked a good game to go see in person.
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UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLE!
I honestly thought the Saints would win b/c I felt Sean Payton had been around the Cowboys long enough to know every end of the ball. Hell, he discovered Romo, so of course he’d know his weaknesses. He knew that, as good as Roy Williams is, he is a huge liability when he has to cover a man.
But, wow. To go out there and trounce them like that!