NEW ORLEANS - On his feet, his insides roiling like a butter churn, Percy "PJ" Williams Jr. pulled his leather Saints helmet over his face and closed his eyes.
"Look! Look! Watch this game, baby!" his wife gushed.
"I can't do it!" PJ blurted, hiding his face. Over and over again he cried: "Please, Lord, let this guy make this field goal ... Please, Lord, let this guy ... Please, Lord ..."
The scene: Jan. 24, Section 302 of the Superdome, row 14, seats 15 and 16. Two die-hard Saints fans. The play: Overtime, and Garrett Hartley readies for a 40-yard field goal to send the Saints on their first trip to the Super Bowl.
Snap. Kick. Victory. Then, the roar.
Everywhere around the city of New Orleans, people cried, or screamed, or both. Nuns danced. Grannies, toddlers, waiters, yogis and jazzmen — all of them donned black and gold. Friends embraced. Shoot, even strangers embraced. Behind PJ, a man and woman wept together.
For a moment, PJ himself was speechless. All he could do was listen to the roar.
It wasn't the roar of the hurricane he remembered so well, tearing the roof off the Dome. It wasn't the roar of his neighbors, the people he helped with an M16 rifle slung on his back — the barefoot children crying, elderly slumped in wheelchairs moaning, families sweating in the stadium's dark, waiting for relief.
On this night, the 33-year-old soldier and Saints season-ticket holder opened his eyes to the roar of a lifetime: The Saints had kicked away the Katrina blues, patched a city's scars, and put New Orleans in the Super Bowl — touching off the biggest party the Gulf Coast has seen since maybe the end of World War II.
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At the end of season 43, the football gods had finally smiled on his hapless Saints.
Few of the 71,276 people at the NFC championship last Sunday night had the same kind of perspective or same raw emotions that PJ did, living from nadir to zenith in New Orleans.
On Aug. 29, 2005, the day Katrina hit, his Louisiana National Guard platoon of MPs was sleeping on the floor of the visitors locker room, almost directly under the season-ticket seats he'd bought a few months prior.
Williams and his men had the mission of manning the biggest, smelliest, weirdest lifeboat ever seen as they watched their hometown, and homes, drown. A few days later, he'd take a flatboat to his childhood home in Hollygrove, float over the fence in the front yard and dock on his porch.
Now, he was hollering: "The Saints are going to the Super Bowl!"
"Little children, they didn't have no shoes, so they tied MRE bags around their feet. We had some people looting and stuff. One guy had 30 brand new tennis shoes. We took them off him and distributed them to people who needed shoes."
Running on two hours of sleep a night, Williams pushed the sick and elderly in wheelchairs out of the Dome to the relative comfort of the nearby basketball arena; on patrols, he walked the Dome 40 times a day ("a good hump") amid the sea of people.
"To see people in such need, people of all walks of life coming, this was their life raft, this was their foothold on life and now, strangely, it's the same thing, but just in reverse. This is New Orleans' foothold, right there, this is a way of healing a city by winning," Williams said. "Any other city would have folded. This is the mentality of this city. We have lemons, we're going to make lemonade."
Obviously, New Orleans and the Saints didn't fold in the wake of Katrina.
But at one time it sure felt as if they could.
When you ask Bob Remy, the unofficial Saints historian and official statistician, about that 2005 season interrupted by Katrina, he strangely draws a blank.
A man who's filed away just about every Saints newspaper article, team guide, stat and ticket or press pass since the first game at Tulane Stadium in 1967 has a hard time recalling what happened when the Saints went homeless.
"It's all a blur," Remy said, poring over the meticulous, day-by-day calendar he keeps of Saints seasons, and his own affairs.
He laughed. "Look, I ordered a washer, dryer and refrigerator on the day of the Giants game." That was the team's first "home" game after Katrina on Sept. 19. With the Dome torn up and waterlogged, it was transferred to the Meadowlands.
It was also the day Remy missed his first home game — ever. His sports memorabilia-packed suburban home was flooded with about a foot of water and he had to rebuild.
That 2005 regular season started with him in a hotel in Jackson, Miss., on Sept. 11. He walked down to the hotel lobby. The game, Saints at Panthers, wasn't even on the TV. He headed to another hotel.
"There I was, sitting in the lobby by myself, watching the game. Never forget that," Remy said, a tear struggling at the edge of his eye.
At 72, Remy can say he has seen just about everything there's been to see in Saints history. With his horn-rimmed glasses, he was there in the first line of men in trench coats, ties and flattop haircuts that stretched down the block, on March 6, 1967, to buy the first Saints season tickets. He was third in line.
Much of the nearly 43 years since hasn't been pretty.
It took the Saints two decades just to get their first winning season, and it wasn't until 2000 that they won their first playoff game. The Saints were so bad fans wore paper bags over their heads in 1980 and called them the "Aints."
Fans grumbled, and, it being New Orleans, people talked about a "curse." Maybe, they said, it was because the Dome was built close to, some say atop, the former Girod Street cemetery.
Against that dismal background, the 2005 season was the team's lowest point, Remy said.
The team was relocated to San Antonio. It lived out of hotels and did weight training at Gold's Gyms. They went 3-13 and for a while practiced at a high school. San Antonio's mayor said he'd set up talks with team owner Tom Benson about moving the club to Texas. The future of the Dome was in doubt.
It got so bad, Benson swatted at a television camera at the Saints' first game back in Louisiana on Oct. 30 at Tiger Stadium in Baton Rouge. Then, he issued a statement saying he wasn't going to games in Baton Rouge because he feared for his life. Rock bottom.
By the start of the 2006 season, though, the stars had begun to align.
The Dome was fixed up. Coach Sean Payton and quarterback Drew Brees had been brought in. Heisman Trophy winner Reggie Bush was obtained by a stroke of good fortune in the draft and the Saints sold out their season tickets.
That year, they got to the NFC championship, and lost.
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