NEW ORLEANS — When the Vikings played the Saints in the 2009 NFC Championship game, the Superdome rang and rattled like a well-struck tambourine.
The Vikings' season ended that night, and the streets of New Orleans teemed with revelers and music. No city could have felt more alive.
When the Vikings played the Saints on Friday, the Superdome vibrated only when artificial noise echoed off the mostly empty seats.
The Vikings' playoff hopes ended on Friday night, and the streets of New Orleans were even quieter than the stands of the Saints' battered stadium. Even after a 52-33 victory that clinched another division title for the Saints, even in a city that prides itself on the hustle and flow of its streets, New Orleans could not have been more shuttered had it been hit by a blizzard.
There was no music. There were no fans carrying drinks the size of clarinets. A city that holds parades after funerals was funereal.
This is the sad place in which the Vikings ended their sad season.
The first Super Bowl I covered was in New Orleans, on Jan. 28, 1990. I've been in love with the city ever since.
I've covered Super Bowls, college bowl games, NCAA basketball and Vikings games here. I've vacationed here, and I spent a week here before that 2009 NFC title game, driving back and forth from New Orleans and Kiln, Miss., home of Brett Favre.