Hurricane season’s last official day was yesterday, November 30. And not a single hurricane hit American or Louisianian shores. That’s kind of weird. It seems every year there’s at least one.
Anyway, tonight I will be celebrating with a six-pack of Abita. I think this is a much better holiday to celebrate than Hurricane Day, August 29. If only there was a “It wasn’t the storm, it was the levee failure” day that we could celebrate nationally. That would be a day I could get behind.
Last year I wanted to help the Audubon in New Orleans so Jack donated to the Society and I became the adoptive parent of one of the penguins at the Aquarium (I named him Louie after my grandfather). We went to see the penguins this weekend and one of them was swimming head-first into his plexiglass enclosure. This was obviously the penguin Jack and I are supporting. I’m not exactly sure what this means but a penguin slamming himself into a wall repeatedly can’t be a good reflection of our mental state.
In other penguin news I tried to watch March of the Penguins this weekend. I could watch 30 seconds at a time before I would cry. I believe I watched a total of 4 minutes before giving up completely. The movie is coming out of the netflix queue.
No, really.
You’re 30.
The Saints are 1-3 since the Eagles win. Which turned out to be not much of a win. I hate to say it, but maybe this team isn’t so good.
Happy birthday to the newest addition to our completely deranged family!
I’m sorry you have to live with Brent.
I thought it we would be fun to look back at my preseason playoff predictions so everyone can see how smart I am … except for the Lions.
My present corrections are in parenthesis.
NFC
Falcons (Saints)
Lions (Bears)
Giants (Eagles)
Seahawks
Wild Card
Dallas
Saints (Falcons)
AFC
Chiefs (Chargers)
Colts
Patriots
Bengals (Ravens)
Wild Card
Broncos
Jacksonville
Funny story about City Park: Thomas and I used to play golf there all the time. During one round, the cutest drink girl I’ve ever seen—short black hair, freckles, blue eyes—was working the course. We had got a couple drinks from her earlier in the round and I was totally smitten with her.
Well, we came down the home stretch and here came the drink girl in her cart. She was about 150 yards in front of us on the complete opposite side of the fairway from where my ball was. I looked at Thomas and said, “no way I’ll hit her right.”
The drink girl was serving a customer and had the lid of the ice chest on the back of her cart up. I took a mighty whack with my 3-wood and hit a dead pull. Anyone that plays golf knows that a pull is the most unintentional solid shot you can hit. The ball heads on a line directly toward the drink cart.
“FORE! FORE,” we yelled. The drink girl and customer scramble for their lives. The ball hits the lid of the ice chest and falls into the ice. I was so embarrassed.
Here’s an article about City Park’s revival.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061115/ap_on_re_us/new_orleans_park
Once again, the Saints are going to be on the TV here in Atlanta. This is about the fourth time this season. I think we got on the air once last year, in that home game we played in the Meadowlands. This is great for me, but I’m starting to miss eating wings and watching the Buffalo games at the bar.
However, the fact that I don’t have to argue with that jerk of a manager up at the bar to get the Saints on a TV makes up for not being able to see Brian, Kris, and Wes cry every Sunday.
Go Bills.
This post is mainly to point out how cool this site is: http://www.gribblenation.net/nflmaps/.
