By MeanJoe Gene, contributing writer

It’s been what, a couple weeks now? SINCE THE SAINTS WON THE SUPER BOWL!

You have to understand, I grew up in Nar’lins. During all those 0’fer seasons. Zero division championships. Zero NFC Championships. Hell, zero winning seasons. Zero everything. And here I am, sitting on my couch a couple weeks later still taking it all in.

For me it’s still surreal, unbelievable, unthinkable. My Saints winning the damn Super Bowl. Most Saints fans are still Goggling “Saints win Super Bowl” every 2 hrs, just to be sure.

After the game I was inundated with phone calls and texts… “congrats” … “wow” … “holy crap” … “I’m in shock” … “I don’t believe it”.  It all echoed exactly how I felt.  I literally couldn’t move from the couch.

Only after I realized how bad and fake the editing was on the show “Undercover Boss” was I able to snap out of it.

So what happened? Was it good coaching? Destiny or luck?  I searched my soul and decided it was the city, New Orleans herself, a living entity of contradictions that somehow willed a win.

It’s a city where The French Quarter is filled with Spanish architecture, a voodoo queen is buried in a Catholic cemetery, and by many perceptions unholy people live in Parishes not a Counties.

It’s a place where I still have family. A place where I have friends and colleagues who know the secret of the city, and know there’s no place on earth like it. An ebb and flow energy. A perpetual machine that takes but somehow manages to give back more. In this case it gave us a large win, but a small wound by taking down Peyton Manning, our native son.  It made us watch his painful grimace on the sidelines as we tried to ignore him and cheer on.

So how did this happen? How did my Saints win? My crazy half-assed theory is Peyton Manning was powerless to harm the city from which he was born. He faced the one team that could defeat him. Maybe, just maybe he saw the Fleur de lis (the royal French pointy thing) on the helmets, and was reminded of home. Maybe when he threw that fateful interception, he was distracted by thoughts of the city.  Maybe, just maybe, he dropped back to pass and thought about a tasty Café Du Monde begneit, or a muffalatta. Or, okay, maybe Reggie Wayne didn’t finish his route giving Porter a pretty easy INT. Who care!

THE SAINTS WON THE SUPER BOWL! Next year, it’s the Bengals turn.

Iconic rock band 'The Who' shown arriving at Miami International Airport for Super Bowl gig.

By MeanJoe Gene

Okay, so The Who are ready to rock out the Super Bowl today, and moldy old lead singer Roger Daltry says it’s “15 minutes you’ll never get back.”

But why would you want it back?

Rock legend Peter Townsend remarked, “When Roger and I take the stage as half of The Who, it’ll be awesome … I mean, what better way to celebrate half a game than with half a band.”

When asked about the upcoming performance Townsend said, “Playing with a full band would be inappropriate, because the other two dudes are dead, so Roger and I would have an unfair advantage. Besides, whole bands are only appropriate when a whole game has been played.”

So the iconic British rocker duo is set to perform some of their classics, including Pinball Wizard, My Generation, Happy Jack and the stupidly named Baba O’Riley, of which Daltry says is “an incredible song written while we were high on drugs, raspberry incense and Monty Python.

"Peter and me are going rock this town, like the early days of MTV ... not that rap crap they do today," says Roger Daltry. "Hey, where's that cute little MTV chick who used be on the show. Mary? Marilyn? Martha? Ah, I forget her name. Shit."

“And just disregard the fact we say ‘teenage wasteland’ throughout … okay, if we’d known about Google we’d named it Teenage Wasteland. Damn, we really booted that one.”

The set for the halftime rock show includes a giant inflatable panda bear, a full-scale replica of a Styrofoam cup and 100 pairs of yellow rubber fishing waders. And Townsend is giddy. “Everyone watch closely, cuz Roger may pull back my shirt, releasing my hairy little 83-year-old nipple.”

The Who guitarist Peter Townsend gets in morning run on Miami Beach prior to Super Bowl performance.

When asked which Super Bowl team they hope wins the game, both replied, “Game? Isn’t this Woodstock 3?”