Who dat? Turns out, no one.

Not Kurt Warner, not Brett Favre, or Peyton Manning. Not Eli Manning or Tom Brady during the regular season, either. The Saints went through a gantlet of quarterbacks this season, cranked up to 11 in the playoffs, and came out world champs.

They won a game few outside their rabid fan base thought was possible. And it was a beautiful mix of offense parlaying into defense, and vice versa.

They outcoached, and after the first quarter, outplayed the Colts to win the Super Bowl.

Sean Payton, Señor Huevos, made big call after big call. Going for it on fourth (a fail). Onside-kicking to open the second half (a major win). Taking a risk early and failing certainly did not deter him. The Colts, I felt, let the Saints dictate the play after taking control early. You simply can't let a team down 10 points call the shots the way they did.

Gregg Williams, riding his team like a master jockey, went to the whip several times. He coaxed (and coached) every iota of skill, guts and grit out of his defense, especially the back seven. He asked and received.

It was a fun game to watch. Seeing Manning get six plays in the second quarter and then, expecting to get the ball to open the third, having to gear down and watch the Saints go down and score. To me that was a huge deflation for him. And before that, seeing Pierre Garcon drop a sure third-down conversion to prevent a longer drive, that had to hurt badly.