Everything was just so perfect.
As Garrett Hartley’s kick split the uprights and the Superdome erupted in pure unadulterated bedlam, a shower of black and gold confetti rained from the roof of the iconic stadium.
You don’t have to be a New Orleans Saints fan or a New Orleanian to understand the symbolism of the scene.
Four-and-a-half years ago a different kind of rain poured down from the heavens in the Superdome.
On the very spot where New Orleans once mourned, it now celebrated.