After Sunday night, I've got to say that Drew Brees, the Saints quarterback, elevated himself greatly in my eyes. Not from the great performance that led the Saints to a win. But afterwards, when he held his one-year-old son. The noise was deafening, so the lad had headphones. Drew couldn't be heard, but his lips formed the words, "I love you, son." Tears formed in his eyes at the intensity of the emotion. After the biggest game of his career, including both winning the Superbowl and winning MVP of the Superbowl, he went for his son. Not the cameras. Not the press corp. Not the fans. He held his son. He's #9 on the field and #1 in my book.