As we mentioned in our live blog, Riptide still isn't entirely sure how it got an invite to the Super Bowl.
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| Glance at this shot of the hordes filtering into Sunny Delight Stadium and guess which fans dominated the Super Bowl. Hint. They weren't wearing blue and white. |
And we have no comment on whether blackmail may or may not have been involved.
Either way, we were there dammit!
We saw Drew Brees carve up the Colts secondary, we watched Peyton Manning throw away his season into the waiting arms of Tracy Porter and we witnessed the Who take time out from their busy nursing home schedule of apple sauce and checkers to play some quaint old-timey music for the crowd.
When we weren't pounding overpriced beer or asking "Who Dat?" confusedly to the rest of the press box, we took some photos. Click through and enjoy.
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| Press row, in all it's glory. Those guys in the middle were already ready for the buffet. |
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| The UM Hurricane marching band played a Michael Jackson medley and toted out some decidedly creepy MJ cutout heads. |
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| Inside all those lasers and bright lights are four or five very confused senior citizens. |
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| It was Confettipocalypse after the Saints finished off Peyton Manning's last-dash drive. |
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| Your big loser of the night faces the press, sweating profusely and looking pretty displeased. |
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| Photo by Tim Elfrink |
| The photo Who Dat Nation has spent decades imagining. |
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