Report after the jump…
According to Robert Klemko, USA TODAY Sports:
It’s 12:40 a.m., hours after the 47th AFC-NFC Championship game, and Joe walks into Huck Finn’s on Decatur St., a three-room French Quarter sports bar tucked away from raucous Bourbon Street. Tonight the bar hosts a private party for Joe’s family and friends, 60 of them flown here at Joe’s expense the week of the biggest game of his life.
Wearing a long sleeve grey shirt, blue jeans and grey sneakers, Joe pushes open the door, grinning. The party cheers his arrival, and before he can hug his wife, Dana, chants of “M-V-P, M-V-P” fill the bar. Outside, Ravens fans in purple jerseys crouch and peer through the window panes as an unassuming bouncer stands guard at the door.
Its 12:50 a.m., and Joe makes his way slowly to the buffet line in the second room, where a bed of jambalaya, penne pasta in alfredo sauce and blackened chicken breasts lay waiting. Joe fills his plate and returns to the main room. Nine televisions mounted into brick walls are tuned to ESPN and NFL Network, and partygoers down free beers and chat as Chris Berman breathlessly relives the Super Bowl. Joe and his wife Dana gather their four parents around the table.
An announcement, whispered in a loud and crowded room: Dana is pregnant with the couple’s second child.