Yesterday's Storm

I'm not talking about the six inches of rain that ended up being just two inches of rain and an entire day of various warnings for nothing.  I'm talking about what Roger Goodell did to Sean Payton, our beloved Saints coach.  I saw this on Thanks, Katrina and thought this guy summed it up best...

Taken from the  New Orleans Rising blog:

Think I’m full of it? That I’m just a good ole’ homer for my boys in Black and Gold? Think again, the proof is in the pudding   Sean Payton has been handed a suspension that dwarfs Ben Roethlisberger’s for multiple rape accusations. Payton’s suspension is also longer than Micheal Vick’s suspension for  dog-fighting, murdering dogs, and gambling. Payton’s suspension outpaces  Ray Lewis’s  for being part of a murder committed by his posse… longer than Michael Irvin’s for cocaine possession….. longer than Chris Henry’s for assaulting a teenager…… longer than Tank Johnson’s  for his arsenal of guns and assaults… and  longer than Plaxico Burress’s  for illegally discharging a gun in a New York nightclub. If Goodell says he’s here to protect the integrity of the game I’m gonna throw up.  If you play in the NFL it’s Apparently  ok to rape women, do drugs, kill people or at least hold them while my buddies stab them, run over people crossing the street while drinking and driving, assault teenagers, own more guns than Ted Nugent  and  discharge weapons in night clubs. But, the moment you get caught  continuing  an unspoken  tradition that is well-known in the NFL by its participants your hammered to the wall?


Roger Goodell has done it now, his demands that we hand over our Who Dat chant to the NFL for their profit, were outrageous.  Now he has taken not only our coach, but any chance we have to play the Super Bowl in the Super Dome, (every Saints fan's dream).  I've got news Goodell, this means war.  You have managed to anger one of the most die hard fan bases, who rank number three in NFL merchandise purchases.  The "Free Sean" shirts are already in the stores and ain't one of those shirts going to put a dime in the NFL fat cat pockets.  I can't speak for anyone else, but I for one won't make any NFL purchases as long as my coach is suspended.  I think I'll get my Saints gear from the NFL's mortal enemy, Fleurty Girl the woman who took on the NFL and won.

A day later:  See, I told you we were at war:  The Who Dat Army.  You've gotta love this town.

The Battles of New Orleans

     Our first battle was actually a reenactment.  January 8th was the anniversary of the Battle of New Orleans, and so I went to see my pirate buddies fire cannons for the kids.  Yes, I have befriended pirates and participated in pirate activities, which if I shared, you would hate me in the morning, so instead of stories of my misdeeds, I'll share pics.

Andrew Jackson reviews his troops.

Native Americans, Freemen of color, Cajuns, Creoles, outlaws, pirates, etc. all banded together to boot the Brits out. 

This is the Malus-Beauregard house, built in 1830.  I just love the old oaks; they bring me back to the days when Dad would sit us on a low limb and bounce us.  Nothing better than having an old oak to play on.

     The second battle, In case you didn't know, was with the Detroit, Lions.  Man, they had us worried at first.  Somehow we went from two people watching the game to six.  I am soooo glad I got extra pizza and a king cake.  We celebrated the win by setting off a sparkly thing left over from New Years and the neighbors came out screaming, "WHO DAT!"  Makes my heart swell for all the black and gold love we have for our boys.

King cakes are a carnival tradition and are usually purple, green and gold,
 but for today, only a Saints themed king cake will do.

The niece and our celebratory rocket sparkly thingie.

My son and the appropriate celebratory rocket lighting device.  No he doesn't smoke, but we always carry a lighter because they do come in handy.

Then there is the LSU battle tonight.  I've got E. P. Mike, the LSU cat prepped and ready to go.

E. P. Mike the LSU cat.  Get it?  She's gold!  We're looking haughty and confident this morning.  
It's so important to have a confidant and haughty feeling good luck cat. 

So far we've won every battle, lets keep our fingers crossed.  I'm looking for a good Mardi Gras costume idea out of all these wins!

Happy Who Dat Season!

     It's that time of year where our lives change and everything revolves around the New Orleans Saints' schedule; our first game is upon us.  While the rest of the country is decorating their homes for fall, the New Orleans metro area is pulling out the black and gold.  Wreaths, flags, and signs  in black and gold are seen all over town and tomorrow is black and gold day at just about every other school.  It's a new season and the chant "Two Dat" has returned and so the preparations begin...

    Tomorrow will be the usual game day wardrobe black and gold undies, jeans, lucky tee, gold sparkle shoes, and I realize I'm going to have a fashion crisis.  The lucky tee.  It has Reggie Bush on there and I'm not sure how that is going to affect the mojo.  I feel slightly panicky knowing that the lucky shirt's mojo has run dry.  Don't ask me how I know, I just do.  I need a new lucky shirt, but nothing has hit me yet.  Again, I don't know how I know what is lucky, I just do.  If we lose I'm going to feel horrible.

Gumbo The Saints Cat

     I feel better about the other game deciding factor; Gumbo the Saints Cat, (please note that Saints Cats are always black and gold).  Gumbo is the second Saints Cat.  The original Saints Cat was Mimi, and we lost her this year, but she put in nineteen good years before she headed over the rainbow bridge.  Gumbo seems to be in a good enough mood although she didn't get her nap time with her dad today.  That could be a negative factor.  I'll try to offset that with extra cat treats.  

     To recap, lucky mojo for shirt not good, but Saints Cat is under control.  This means that this is going to be a close game and who wins is uncertain.  I just hope that Friday isn't going to be a black Friday, (eek).  Lets all hope for a Happy Who Dat Season!  Who Dat!