Here's a taste of what the media is saying after the Saints' victory in Super Bowl XLIV.

Jeff Duncan, NOLA.com
Dear NFL,

OK, now that we have your attention – good game, huh? – there’s a few things we’d like to clear up.

First of all, you may as well get used to seeing us at the Super Bowl. Because about 100 million TV people saw something during the game Sunday night that countless national media “experts” couldn’t see before:

We belong. Full story.

Judy Battista, New York Times
On Sunday, with a quarterback who had hitched his career to resurrecting the Saints and with a team that played nearly flawlessly, the Saints gave New Orleans a reason to do what it does better than any other American city: celebrate. In the franchise’s first Super Bowl, the Saints beat the Indianapolis Colts, 31-17, sending New Orleanians into the streets for a party.

“Who Dat?” Saints fans ask about which opponent might beat their team.

Now they have their answer: nobody. The Saints are the N.F.L.’s champions, after 42 seasons of futility. Full story.

Don Banks, Sports Illustrated
Of course it was a comeback. It had to be, didn't it? How else could the New Orleans Saints and Drew Brees have ended this story and this season, but to rise up and triumph only after first weathering a storm of sorts?

New Orleans, the city that survived a death blow from Katrina, and Brees, the quarterback whose career was jeopardized by a horribly timed shoulder injury just as he sought to make a real name for himself in the NFL, withstood one last dose of adversity Sunday night at Sun Life Stadium. But what's a 10-0 first-quarter deficit in the Super Bowl when you've already been where Brees and New Orleans have been? Full story.

Sam Farmer, Los Angeles Times
The New Orleans Saints, for decades the NFL's lovable losers, used the biggest stage Sunday to answer the question that has become their mantra.

Who dat say they gonna beat them Saints?

The answer: Not a soul. Full story.

Greg Cote, Miami Herald
The fans who call themselves Who Dat Nation were celebrating the triumph of New Orleans here Sunday night -- of a city, not just a team. Of a people, not just players.

It was the biggest football game imaginable, yet somehow bigger than just that.

Fireworks flew and confetti filled the air and everything was lifting. The weight of all of those years of losing by a franchise that once seemed cursed. The weight of so much of the ache from the disaster that put fresh perspective on what losing really is. Full story.