Philly’s full of friendly friends that will love you like a brother

Philly

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.

Rebecca Havemeyer makes Austin Debut!

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Hey gang. This past Saturday, Rebecca Havemeyer hosted a fashion show for 250 people in Austin, Texas! It was put on by Cream Vintage and Flirt Boutique. There was a big stage, a 50ft runway, free Mickeys, celebrity judges, and lot’s of jokes all around. The crowd was very receptive, and Rebecca made some wonderful business connections in the city. The website should be fully operational in about three weeks! Check her out on youtube.com (keyword rebecca havemeyer) to see her sing her favorite song, ‘Beaver’ at a local open mic night. The song is a little nasty, so beware. Big kisses to all.

My Morning Jacket goes on tour, gouges me

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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.

Saints Win + New Car = Good Day

Hell On Wheels

I picked up this sweet baby the same day that the Saints beat the shit out of the Atlanta Falcons.  The only thing that would have topped this would have been if I had driven my car to the game, and broken my hand/voice with Kent, Dave and Marnie.  For the record, I would have parked on top of the Superdome, and shot lasers out of the headlights, so as to avoid the Poydras congestion. 

 

23-3 Saints Win!! Saints Win!!

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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.

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The Sacredome

I like to read the New Orleans bloggers for my info, rather than the Times-Picayune or nola.com. They are certainly more passionate about the city, and have done an excellent job of documenting the experiences of the people in the city on the ground now, from their own point-of-view.

Right now of course, the the topic du jour is the Saints and the upcoming Monday Night Football game against the Falcons, which I am so proud to say I will be in attendance. My Dalton Hillard jersey is ready.

Oyster, from Your Right Hand Thief, put up a great post on the Superdome (or the Sacredome as he calls it) yesterday. He dispells some of the stories that I’m sure we will hear this weekend about the things that went on in the Dome during the storm, stories which gave the rest of the country reason to ignore the city:

New Orleanians are not “savages” nor “Somalians”. When everything breaks down we do not rape children and go on mass killing sprees like the media reported; we are not “animalistic” like our mayor said, we do not form “thug armies” in desperate circumstances, we are not anarchists…. But, after Katrina, America was ready to believe the worst about us, as if most New Orleanians were depraved criminals at heart.

The country needs to understand that this is NEW ORLEANS, and that neither hurricane nor flood nor FEMA can stop us from dancing.

This Monday will be a fascinating experience, I’m sure. The fact that the people of the Gulf Coast managed to buy every single season ticket for the first time ever is amazing. Sure, there are more important things to think about than football going on in New Orleans, but the Saints really have given the country another opportunity to look at New Orleans, this time in a positive light.

Hopefully. As long as the media gets the facts straight. Forgive me if I don’t have too much faith that they will, given their track record. Sorry Dave, I know you’re part of the media. How about giving this MNF game an editorial in your AJC blog?

My Car is Dead!

Now that I have a wife, I no longer need a car.  So say the Gods of Universal Justice.  The engine of my once trusty Escort Wagon is now exploded.  Too expensive to fix.  No car for Brent.  Learning to drive Chelsey’s Plymouth Breeze.  It’s a stick shift.  Will I be able to pull it off?  Probably, but I will no doubt un-learn some other ability.  Like cursive.