I follow the NFL with half an eye, always. Thanks to my grandparents, I grew up loving the game of football, and watched the games rabidly (I was a Packers fan, but being in a state with a variety of excellent teams, I couldn't turn down my Rams, either.)
I also played football until middle school, but since my body type has a hard time putting on muscle, I couldn't stay competitive in high school, and eventually my interest in the sport waned altogether.
There is ONE exception: Last season. For all the drama he's put teams and fans through, Brett Favre was still my childhood hero. I loved seeing him come back, and his play was exquisite, especially in the playoffs, when opposing teams started using his age against him, and he had to play while his body was being torn to pieces.
I don't dislike the Saints, and I'm glad New Orleans had something good to talk about for once, but I admit, I feel that the Vikings were robbed in the playoffs, and hoped that Favre would take home one more ring before the end. XD