As with everything, the pages of the calendar turn on another year of Tecmo. Not too much has changed; we've still got promiscuous cheerleaders and fumbles that seem to roll all the way to that weird clinic where Dr. Mario works. But, perhaps for the first time ever, a game will be documented with 1992 rosters. That's right, it's the year that brings us the rise of future car salesmen Steve Young and Brett Favre, the emergence of a new dynasty in Texas that doesn't have a roster of old professional wrestlers and rumblings of expansion into well-established basketball and rugby towns. 1992 also brings us people like Bobby Hebert, as the Saints look to wipe off the stain of Steve Walsh and give the Cajun Cannon another chance to return his team to glory. They'll collide tonight with the Philadelphia Eagles, another early playoff pick also led by a familiar face to Philly fans, the enigmatic Randall Cunningham.
Quarter One
The camera bulbs flash (no smart phones in 1992, smarty-pants) as the ball is kicked off for another rousing year of the Tecmo Bowl. The Eagles will begin with the ball at their own 14, and in the huddle we have a few new faces. Most noticeable is the new running back, Herschel Walker, taking over for the noticeably absent Heath "the Queef" Sherman. Second most noticeable is new tight end, Pat Beach, but only because Randall keeps shouting at the sidelines, "BEACH! BEEAACH! WHERE YOU AT, BEEEACH?"
The Philadelphia offense starts off on a thrilling note with combined runs from Herschel and Keith "the other Queef" Byars combining for 6 total yards. Cunningham, who leaves for a year and thinks he can just come back and run the ball like he's QB Eagles or something, takes the ball on third down and runs 21 of his own yards. This gets the offense rolling a bit, with the next few plays netting 33 yards to the New Orleans 20-yard line. From there, the drive stalls, and the Eagles are facing 4th and inches at the 11. And of course, you're not Rich Kotite if you're not going for it on fourth down on the first drive of the season.
So New Orleans gets the ball at their own 11, and the first play is a Bobby Hebert lob to Quinn Early for 35 yards. Hebert decides it's not too 'early' for a flea flicker, and he's right when he finds Early again, this time for 45 yards. Unfortunately for the Saints, it's also not too 'early' for a fumble. Luckily, Mr. 'Man of the Hour' Eric Martin uses his infrared vision to see the ball where 6 other Eagles players can't, and scoops it up for a score before Saints fans even have a chance to put their paper sacks back on their heads.
The first quarter ends abruptly with an always-inspiring 3-and-out from Philadelphia.
Quarter Two
Hebert goes to the air again on just the third play of New Orleans' season, but before the MVP ballots are cast he's picked off by Ephesians Bartley, a 9th round pick out of Florida who doesn't even have his own Wikipedia page. Seriously, someone get on that.
With Philadelphia on enemy turf, Walker finally gets his first big breaking run and goes 20 yards to the Saints' 14. Nearly 7 of those yards are negated on the next play when the Saints' 'D' washes over Walker like a typhoon, or some other related natural disaster that occurs frequently in the city's geographical location. Walker gains 13 yards back, but on 3rd down Cunningham once again shows his inferiority by getting picked off in the end zone for a New Orleans-style touchback (which is basically just a regular touchback, but they like to feel special about things down there).
The Saints exercise their God-given right to use a running game, and use it they do with Ironhead Heyward rip-roaring for 19 yards. After that rousing success, Hebert decides to play it safe with a 43-yard heave to Hoby "Comin' Round the Mountain" Brenner, who lays out for it at the Philadelphia 18-yard line. Early gets his third catch of the day, and it's a doozy as he corrals it in for the second Saints touchdown.
New Orleans leads 14-0
With just over a minute to play, the Eagles begin at their own 20-yard line. Calvin Williams drops an easy pass from Cunningham, who's captured by 1992 technology mumbling "should've thrown it to Beach...". Randall moves it around the right side for 19 yards into gator country, and Philadelphia is looking at a clock that reads 39 seconds left to halftime, down by 14 at the enemy's 39-yard line. But you're just not Rich Kotite if you're not calling two Keith Byars runs that predictably go nowhere.
Halftime - Saints 14, Eagles 0
Quarter Three
The Saints will start at their own 35-yard line after a decent return from a fellow named Fred Mcafee (hold on a second, gotta check something, okay, so apparently Gill Fenerty's visa expired in Canada). Two straight handoffs to rookie Vaughn Dunbar lead to 8 of his first National Football League yards. On third down, Hebert loads the cannon, lights the fuse, and rockets one off to Eric Martin, who pulls the ball in after it passes through Otis Smith's new Reebok gloves. Gotta get the Adidas, man, come on. Martin gets his second touchdown, while Hebert gets his second and a half and the Saints are surprisingly running away with this one.
New Orleans leads 21-0
Vai Sikahema is seeing a lot of ball today. While the college student inside me laughs for a bit, I'll go on to explain the Eagles' exciting sequence of plays that include a Byars 9-yard run and a Herschel Walker fumble over to Brett Maxie. Hahah, like Maxie-Pad! Now that one's too easy to not acknowledge.
Beginning at the Philadelphia 45-yard line, Hebert attempts the flea flicker. The resulting failure is the same as usual, though this time I'm not as mad for some reason. Something about Bobby Hebert's face. I don't know. I just can't get mad at a face like that. The next two plays are also go nowhere, though I think it's more due to the Saints' devil may care attitude than anyone on Philadelphia's defense.
After a touchback, the Eagles get to work on maybe trying to actually make this "contest" a little more "competitive". Two plays later, and Philly is staring at a third down larger than their city's obesity rate. Randall goes to the air for Calvin Williams, who catches it in stride and runs for the New Orleans 38-yard line. Walker busts loose for 22 more yards to the Saints' 16, and before my very eyes, Fred Barnett gets his first catch for an Eagles touchdown.
New Orleans leads 21-7
Quarter Four
Either my computer emulator has learned the 'rewind' trick, or Hebert is making a fool of the Eagles' secondary again, because before long he's hitting Martin along the sidelines for a deja vu-esque 58-yard connection. They finish off the rest of the yardage for another touchdown; but in bigger news, I just figured out how to whistle using my thumb and forefinger, like they did in the '50s. Neat!
New Orleans leads 28-7
Sikahema takes the short kick over midfield to the New Orleans' 47, where the Eagles begin their offensive clinic. Keith Byars racks up 12 yards up the middle. Walker gets another 5 while thinking of his glory days back in Minnesota. The clock continues to tick away as Walker is given the ball again. He tacks on 10 more yards. Byars runs into a wall of his own men, adding a little levity to this depressing drive. Cunningham then puts us all out of our misery with a fearless run through Saints defenders for a 20-yard touchdown scamper, causing us all to wonder, "why are Randall Cunningham and QB Eagles never in the same place?"
New Orleans leads 28-14
Eric 'The Playmaker and Wifetaker' Martin scoops up the onside kick and returns it all the way to the Philly 27-yard line. Heyward is blitzed on first down, while Dunbar fares no better on second. Welcome to the NFL, pal! Speaking of the NFL, why is this USFL dude throwing all these touchdown passes? Oh yeah, that was Early hauling in that 25-yard toss for his second (should have been third) of the day.
New Orleans leads 35-14
I'll tell you what, for as awful as the Eagles are looking right now, that Vai Sikahema's got a lot of heart. The native Tongan and import from the Cardinals of Phoenix gets another impressive return to the Philadelphia 41-yard line. On the next play, Calvin Williams gets a nice grab at the New Orleans' 24-yard marker, but fumbles it. Brett Maxie absorbs his second recovery of the day, cleaning house on fumble recoveries so far this year and all but mopping up this game for the Saints.
Final: Saints 35, Eagles 14
When this crazy sophomore experiment began, we expected the returns of both Randall and Bobby to lead their teams to the promised land. Nobody saw this performance from the Cajun Cannon, however, whose 236 yards could have been nearly 300 had one catch not been wiped out by a fumble. While Randall will most likely put this one behind him, the Saints fans have nothing but exciting games in their future, with the chemistry between Bobby and his receivers already at Ragin' Cajun levels. The Eagles have a lot of work to do to become the playoff team we expected them to be. The Saints, on the other hand, are already looking to give the rest of the NFC West a run for their money, though not in the literal sense with the amount of stink Vaughn Dunbar emanated today.
Quarter One
The camera bulbs flash (no smart phones in 1992, smarty-pants) as the ball is kicked off for another rousing year of the Tecmo Bowl. The Eagles will begin with the ball at their own 14, and in the huddle we have a few new faces. Most noticeable is the new running back, Herschel Walker, taking over for the noticeably absent Heath "the Queef" Sherman. Second most noticeable is new tight end, Pat Beach, but only because Randall keeps shouting at the sidelines, "BEACH! BEEAACH! WHERE YOU AT, BEEEACH?"
The Philadelphia offense starts off on a thrilling note with combined runs from Herschel and Keith "the other Queef" Byars combining for 6 total yards. Cunningham, who leaves for a year and thinks he can just come back and run the ball like he's QB Eagles or something, takes the ball on third down and runs 21 of his own yards. This gets the offense rolling a bit, with the next few plays netting 33 yards to the New Orleans 20-yard line. From there, the drive stalls, and the Eagles are facing 4th and inches at the 11. And of course, you're not Rich Kotite if you're not going for it on fourth down on the first drive of the season.
So New Orleans gets the ball at their own 11, and the first play is a Bobby Hebert lob to Quinn Early for 35 yards. Hebert decides it's not too 'early' for a flea flicker, and he's right when he finds Early again, this time for 45 yards. Unfortunately for the Saints, it's also not too 'early' for a fumble. Luckily, Mr. 'Man of the Hour' Eric Martin uses his infrared vision to see the ball where 6 other Eagles players can't, and scoops it up for a score before Saints fans even have a chance to put their paper sacks back on their heads.
New Orleans leads 7-0
The first quarter ends abruptly with an always-inspiring 3-and-out from Philadelphia.
Quarter Two
Hebert goes to the air again on just the third play of New Orleans' season, but before the MVP ballots are cast he's picked off by Ephesians Bartley, a 9th round pick out of Florida who doesn't even have his own Wikipedia page. Seriously, someone get on that.
With Philadelphia on enemy turf, Walker finally gets his first big breaking run and goes 20 yards to the Saints' 14. Nearly 7 of those yards are negated on the next play when the Saints' 'D' washes over Walker like a typhoon, or some other related natural disaster that occurs frequently in the city's geographical location. Walker gains 13 yards back, but on 3rd down Cunningham once again shows his inferiority by getting picked off in the end zone for a New Orleans-style touchback (which is basically just a regular touchback, but they like to feel special about things down there).
The Saints exercise their God-given right to use a running game, and use it they do with Ironhead Heyward rip-roaring for 19 yards. After that rousing success, Hebert decides to play it safe with a 43-yard heave to Hoby "Comin' Round the Mountain" Brenner, who lays out for it at the Philadelphia 18-yard line. Early gets his third catch of the day, and it's a doozy as he corrals it in for the second Saints touchdown.
New Orleans leads 14-0
With just over a minute to play, the Eagles begin at their own 20-yard line. Calvin Williams drops an easy pass from Cunningham, who's captured by 1992 technology mumbling "should've thrown it to Beach...". Randall moves it around the right side for 19 yards into gator country, and Philadelphia is looking at a clock that reads 39 seconds left to halftime, down by 14 at the enemy's 39-yard line. But you're just not Rich Kotite if you're not calling two Keith Byars runs that predictably go nowhere.
Halftime - Saints 14, Eagles 0
Quarter Three

New Orleans leads 21-0
Vai Sikahema is seeing a lot of ball today. While the college student inside me laughs for a bit, I'll go on to explain the Eagles' exciting sequence of plays that include a Byars 9-yard run and a Herschel Walker fumble over to Brett Maxie. Hahah, like Maxie-Pad! Now that one's too easy to not acknowledge.
Beginning at the Philadelphia 45-yard line, Hebert attempts the flea flicker. The resulting failure is the same as usual, though this time I'm not as mad for some reason. Something about Bobby Hebert's face. I don't know. I just can't get mad at a face like that. The next two plays are also go nowhere, though I think it's more due to the Saints' devil may care attitude than anyone on Philadelphia's defense.

New Orleans leads 21-7
Quarter Four
Either my computer emulator has learned the 'rewind' trick, or Hebert is making a fool of the Eagles' secondary again, because before long he's hitting Martin along the sidelines for a deja vu-esque 58-yard connection. They finish off the rest of the yardage for another touchdown; but in bigger news, I just figured out how to whistle using my thumb and forefinger, like they did in the '50s. Neat!
New Orleans leads 28-7
Sikahema takes the short kick over midfield to the New Orleans' 47, where the Eagles begin their offensive clinic. Keith Byars racks up 12 yards up the middle. Walker gets another 5 while thinking of his glory days back in Minnesota. The clock continues to tick away as Walker is given the ball again. He tacks on 10 more yards. Byars runs into a wall of his own men, adding a little levity to this depressing drive. Cunningham then puts us all out of our misery with a fearless run through Saints defenders for a 20-yard touchdown scamper, causing us all to wonder, "why are Randall Cunningham and QB Eagles never in the same place?"
New Orleans leads 28-14
Eric 'The Playmaker and Wifetaker' Martin scoops up the onside kick and returns it all the way to the Philly 27-yard line. Heyward is blitzed on first down, while Dunbar fares no better on second. Welcome to the NFL, pal! Speaking of the NFL, why is this USFL dude throwing all these touchdown passes? Oh yeah, that was Early hauling in that 25-yard toss for his second (should have been third) of the day.

I'll tell you what, for as awful as the Eagles are looking right now, that Vai Sikahema's got a lot of heart. The native Tongan and import from the Cardinals of Phoenix gets another impressive return to the Philadelphia 41-yard line. On the next play, Calvin Williams gets a nice grab at the New Orleans' 24-yard marker, but fumbles it. Brett Maxie absorbs his second recovery of the day, cleaning house on fumble recoveries so far this year and all but mopping up this game for the Saints.
Final: Saints 35, Eagles 14
When this crazy sophomore experiment began, we expected the returns of both Randall and Bobby to lead their teams to the promised land. Nobody saw this performance from the Cajun Cannon, however, whose 236 yards could have been nearly 300 had one catch not been wiped out by a fumble. While Randall will most likely put this one behind him, the Saints fans have nothing but exciting games in their future, with the chemistry between Bobby and his receivers already at Ragin' Cajun levels. The Eagles have a lot of work to do to become the playoff team we expected them to be. The Saints, on the other hand, are already looking to give the rest of the NFC West a run for their money, though not in the literal sense with the amount of stink Vaughn Dunbar emanated today.