This one's my favorite too. I was there, even though I wasn't born yet, along with about 3.7 million other people lol.
In all seriousness though, mine is the same as guido's. My dad has never been a fan of going to the games since I've been alive, he'd prefer to watch at home. He told me that year that if the Saints made it to the playoffs that he'd take me to the game if it was here (I bet he thought he was slick!). I was only 6 years old, but I remember when the Saints beat the Packers in that final game of the season knowing that I was going to not only get to see the Saints play in person, I was going to get to see them beat the crap out of the 8-7 Vikings in the first ever playoff win. I mean, even a 6 year old knows that 12-3 is far superior to 8-7, so there's like no chance that the inferior team would go on the road in the playoffs and forever etch into my memory the score of 44-10 in what ended up being one of the most depressing moments of my short life. I was little and just didn't understand how they could lose, and lose SOOOOOOOOOO BAD. I was crushed.
The life of a Saints fan. :jpshakehead: