Amid the yelling, hugging, high-fiving and kissing of strangers, Minnesota Vikings fans had a singular word for the outcome of the game Sunday night: Unbelievable.
In a good way, for once, not the usual head-hanging, I-can't-believe-this-happened-again way.
"We thought we were done; it was another loss," Barry Vulcan of Lino Lakes said, shaking his head, wearing a No. 19 Adam Thielen jersey and still holding a beer on the concourse with his friend Bob Faulkner of Hugo.
The two were in their seats, silent, settling in for playoff heartbreak like the rest of the heavily purple-clad crowd of 66,612. These fans at the outset had brought a surreal level of energy to the first playoff game at the 17-month-old U.S. Bank Stadium. Fans fervently waved their purple and white "Bring It Home" hand towels and howled to numbing decibels at kickoff and throughout the first quarter, when the Vikings held the Saints to a single first down.
Then that familiar sinking sensation sneaked in as the Saints sheared the Vikings defense and took, lost and retook the lead late in the fourth quarter. Fans looked at each other with those familiar, knowing sympathy of lifelong Vikings fans.
In front of the western glass doors on the main concourse, fans had coats buttoned, ready to walk out, get smacked by the January cold and go to work Monday morning. Oh well.
But they didn't leave. They watched on the screens — just in case.
Then that catch. The run into the end zone. A pause of disbelief before reality took hold. Then the eruption. Men rolled on the concourse floor, women jumped up and down. Strangers ran into each other's arms. Everyone smiled. The collective howl of happiness was so loud that you couldn't hear yourself scream.