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Author: Kent
Goodbye Claudia
Today, we had to put Claudia to sleep. If you ever met her, you know she may not have been the prettiest, but she was the nicest, sweetest cat around.
We loved having her here, and we’ll miss her dearly.
Happy Birthday Ileana!
Feliz Cumpleaños!
Who Dat?
I can’t fault Sean Payton for taking those knees, killing the clock, and having Carney kick the field goal to win. But I couldn’t get memories of John Carney in the Jacksonville game out of my head. What a way to finish the game.
The last Saints possession was an 8 minute drive. Want to beat the Eagles? Easy. Just don’t give their offense the ball and eat up the clock. That’s Dave’s strategy in Madden. Of course, it never really works for Dave because he doesn’t have the talent to sustain the drive.
Ron Jaworski picked the Saints as his number 4 team in football on SportsCenter, right below only the Bears, Chargers, and Colts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the media treat the Saints like that. The talking heads are actually talking about the way the Saints are playing, rather than their “emotional performance.” Are we not a novelty anymore? Are we legitimate?
I almost wish we didn’t have a bye next week. Bring on the Ravens. Let’s get another win over one of the “good” teams. Oh wait, Kyle Boller is QB in Baltimore again. I bet they aren’t considered good anymore.
Happy Birthday Leslie and Bopper!
Two birthdays today! My lovely wife and Brian up in Phily.
Happy birthday both of you.
My present to Leslie was getting sick with strep throat and staying home from work. Happy birthday!
Philly’s full of friendly friends that will love you like a brother
Dave, Leslie, and I had a nice conversation last night about the sports fans in Philadelphia. Poor Leslie, she tried so hard to defend them, but it’s hard to defend the City of Brotherly Love when they cheered Michael Irvin as he lay on the field with a spinal injury. They also threw iceballs at Santa Claus.
Anyway, apparently the Lincoln Financial “Fan of the Game” was handcuffed and thrown out of the last Eagles game. This is from the blog Philadelphia Will Do:
I was at last night’s game (my uncle’s got season tix and he gave me this game as a graduation present). Anyway, we happened to be in the row with the LINCOLN FINANCIAL FAN OF THE GAME, which, as you know, gets selected at random somehow and receives a prize…. I don’t know what happened after that, but a couple minutes later we heard a commotion and saw Eagles security in our section. Turns out they were slapping the cuffs on a guy and taking him out… hey… THEY’RE EJECTING THE FAN OF THE GAME! Yeah, there he goes — a metaphor for Philly sports if there ever was one.
Apparently the guy was running around trying to get the crowd riled up in the 4th quarter and pushing an old man around. I don’t know if you watched the game on TV, but that game was over by the 4th quarter. The Eagles were fully in control and were scoring on the Packers at will.
I love Philadelphia. I wonder if they still have Iggles Court in the new stadium?
This post constitutes my contribution to the Terrell Owens v. Donovan McNabb media hype this week.
Who Dat?
My mom asked Dave and me at the game, “Is that a Mexico soccer jersey that guy is wearing with the number 7 on it?” We gladly explained the Ron Mexico story to her.
Now I come across this:
What an awesome shirt. Get it here: http://www.cafepress.com/ronmexico.21807057Â
My Morning Jacket goes on tour, gouges me
So driving back to Atlanta from New Orleans, I hear that My Morning Jacket is coming to Atlanta in November. Cool, I think, I like their album Z. Dave asks if he will like them. No, I resoundly respond.
So I check ticket prices. $25 a piece. What the heck? For Sufjan Stevens, sure. But My Morning Jacket? Maybe they are more popular than I thought. The Decemberists are only $20. And I know they are more popular. Unfortunately, I will be out of town for the Decemberists show. Stupid library conference…
If it was just me, I would lay down the $25 and go. But I don’t want to go by myself, and convincing someone to shell out $25 to see “Kent’s boring crap music” is really hard to do.
23-3 Saints Win!! Saints Win!!
Wow. What a game that was. It was great to be there in the Superdome for the greatest Saints game since “Hakim dropped it! Hakim dropped the ball!” I’ve never seen lines like that at the Dome before. So many people.
For some reason, they didn’t close off the streets around the Dome. Poydras was shut down anyway, just by the masses of people. As my mom and I walked down the street, we watched a cop futilely trying to get people out of the street, saying “THE STREET ISN’T CLOSED PEOPLE. THE STREET ISN’T CLOSED.” The people standing shoulder to shoulder in the middle of the street watching Cowboy Mouth play on a stage on the corner said differently. There was no where else to go. Poydras was closed.
Happy Birthday Daisy!
Hope all is well in the new house.