Saints What was your PERSONAL reaction to the “no-call” vs the Rams? (1 Viewer)

[ndcc]

I was absolutely seeing red! But in my mind, I wondered why Lewis didn’t get up and scream bloody murder! He just ran off like “oh, well.”

Brees and the Saints should have gotten their 2nd Super Bowl that season!

 

[BigOdin504]

I was in the dome. It was surreal. Leaving the dome was like leaving a funeral. I think that was the beginning of my apathy for the nfl. I used to watch all games that I could. Now it’s just the saints. On a plus side, I don’t get as over emotional during saints games as I used to.

 

[latechsaint26]

I’m still going through it. I’ll let you know in 40 years or so how it went.

 

[Consigliere]

Decades of not just loving the Saints, but thinking the whole NFL was one of America's greatest traditions, ended in one moment.

 

[Merleaux]

It’s the only time I’ve actually cried tears of sadness. It felt so personal. I saw a lot of anger and pain all around me.

*Edited because I forgot about this…

I was so upset that I participated with other fans, impulsively, and threw stuff on the field. I know it wasn’t right but at that moment since nobody cared, I didn’t care either.

 

[guidomerkinsrules]

I didn’t like it

 

[SaintStephen1]

I bought a plane ticket to New York on Monday. Went to the NFL offices and requested a meeting with Roger Goodell. I was escorted into his office. When he walked in, I strangled him to death with my own hands. I beheaded him, walked out with his head in a box, and took a cab to the airport. When I returned home I buried his head in my backyard. Unfortunately, I then woke up from the best dream I ever had back to the nightmare of the reality of the call.

 

[Rouxble]

It was bad enough when it happened, but what probably made it worse was the DB later admitting he intentionally went for the PI to save the touchdown. He was ready to accept the consequences, but looked up and there was no flag in sight.

 

[Poison]

My experience of that horrible day is summed up by two pictures.

Picture 1 is from the website of a sports bar we’d arrived at 8.30am local time to watch and where our grief was immortalised by their social media accounts (unknown to us at the time).


Number 2 is the confirmation of our cancelled flights and accomodation in Atlanta.

 

[LonghornSaintsFan]

A piece of Saints Fandom died in me that day and never returned. I immediately got on this forum and probably made 100+ post about it venting like everyone else was. Then went to bed late to wake up early to do another 100+ post. I think right then we all knew that was our last and extremely likely shot to win a Super Bowl, for possible decades to come, until we get a generational QB again.

 

[HouseCall]

My wife and I were in the Dome. Our seats are on the 20 so the play happened not far from where we were sitting.

Disbelief and shock were my immediate reactions.

As soon as Lewis got popped - I stood up and raised my hands because I knew we had a first and goal and the ability to run the clock to basically nothing.

When I saw that no flag was thrown I just repeated “what?” over and over again. Probably 100 times. Just couldn’t wrap my brain around it.

Once the game was in OT and the Rams were setting up for the FG, I took my wife by the hand and guided her to the concourse because I knew we had to her get out of there. I was legit worried there would be a riot. But there wasn’t because I think the fans were so utterly stunned and confused that at first, there was just an eerie silence as the fans started pouring into the concourse.

By the time we hit the escalator, I heard the first of many enraged fans start angrily shouting and cursing.

We swiftly got to my truck and I sat for a second and thought that I’d likely never attend another NFL game. I thought my years as a season ticket holder were over.

I ended up keeping my tickets - but that was a surreal experience to experience live.

I’m still not over it. But I’ve learned to live with it as part of the Lore of the Saints.

But I still can’t totally wrap my brain around any of it all these years later.

 

[B-Train]

Was at the game. Flew from LAX and it was pathetic because no one in L.A. either 1) when I departed or 2) when I returned seemed to know or care even the slightest that their NFL team was in the NFC Championship. Like many others have said I was in disbelief. My friend asked me what happened and I remember saying in the moment “dude don’t worry they’re about to throw a flag” and… nope. It was confusing but everyone knew it was wrong. I didn’t get the benefit of seeing the commentators and replay, it all happened kind of quick.

Leaving the game was surreal. I went into the game thinking there’d be partying in the streets because the saints would be going to the superbowl. Instead it was just stunned silence. There didn’t even seem to be anyone to be mad at, the Rams don’t even have a real fan base.

 

[WxM]

I broke my Chromebook. I didn't throw it or punch it. I had been watching the game on it at my parents' and the put the ending on TV. When I went to get up it was in pieces. I squeezed it so hard in those moments, folded up and holding it against my chest, that it broke. I had no idea I had done it until I opened it much later and it was ruined.

 

[ItFan]

Just disbelief. Too shocking to be enraged

 

[picnicwithfish]

I was in the dome. It was surreal. Leaving the dome was like leaving a funeral. I think that was the beginning of my apathy for the nfl. I used to watch all games that I could. Now it’s just the saints. On a plus side, I don’t get as over emotional during saints games as I used to.

Besides the “being in the dome part” you hit my take spot on. I even stopped playing fantasy football.