You have been warned.
I was starting to feel kinda puny eating nothing but iceberg and romaine.
Anybody wanna play e. coli roulette with me?
What’s a little flesh-eating bacteria between friends…
I see wanting to try to off yourself because you had to play for the Titans…but not because you have to play against them.
Long-time visitors to the Dry Spot may remember that one of my first significant posts (if any of them really have been…) was a story about my love for New Orleans and my first visit back there since Katrina.
I was elbow deep in marinating my flank steak last night (not dirty, get your mind out of the gutter!) when my cell phone rang and I saw it was our good friend from the Crescent City on the caller ID. My hands were nasty (quit it!) so I asked RUABelle to get the phone out of my briefcase and hold it next to my ear. (she’s an angel that way.)
As soon as the call connected, I knew where she was. I could barely hear her above the din of the crowd and the wail of the music. “OhmigodohmigodI’mattheSuperdomeand it’sU2andGreenDay!U2andfreakin’GREENDAY!” she shrieked.(parentheses) Then the phone cut off as I’m sure she would rather have been actually listening to U2 and Green Day versus talking to us. But we thought it was really special that she had chosen to reach out to us in that special time.
RUABelle turned on the television and we both stood there watching the show and the pregame festivities with huge grins on our faces. In a moment of synchronicity (or just two people who have lived together forever and finish each other’s…sandwiches?…sentences, we both said at exactly the same time, “I’ve got goose bumps.” Well, she actually said “goose pimples,” but I always thought that was kind of a dumb phrase. Since when do geese get acne?
The football game was almost immaterial to the success of the evening and the gesture. It sure didn’t hurt that the Saints kicked that Falcon ass, and I’ll bet they’re still partying in the French Quarter. Hell, Saints fans party all night when they lose. What was important was that an institution had returned and the symbol of all that was wrong in the post-Katrina fiasco had been repaired and made better much faster than anyone could have expected.
I know that there are still thousands of people displaced and houses to be rebuilt, but in order to make New Orleans whole again, people have to have something to come back to. Former residents have begun to put down new roots in cities like Baton Rouge, Houston and Nashville-good places to live and raise a family. They need a reason to return to the city and contribute again to its culture and charm.
There is still a lot of fear that the levies have not been rebuilt well enough to bear the brunt of another storm, and rightfully so. Infrastructure should be the first priority and believe it or not, the Super Dome is part of that infrastructure of the city. Mayor Nagan has a tough row to hoe, and America needs to keep focus on the rebuilding efforts. Last night shined a spotlight again on a city with a hole in its heart. We must continue to help them out even after the stage as been struck and the ESPN caravan has moved down the road.
I liked what Tony Kornheiser said when he called the Saints “everybody’s second favorite team.” I have to admit that they’re rapidly moving up to 1A status in my book.
No sooner had I unfolded today’s Tennessean to attempt the sudoku on the second leg of my bus journey to work when I looked to my right at the first stop light and saw a familiar face.
That’s right, Sista’s Mista’s got his own bus bench!
Now y’all know that I have recently taken it upon myself to serve as a watchdog and ombudsman for reality TV, particularly for “Survivor” and “The Amazing Race.” Well, now the folks at the Race have done gone and done it.
First they kicked off the Muslims. Then it was the Hindus. Now they’ve eliminated the cheerleaders from South Carolina! The nerve of them!
I contend that some of these competitions are slanted against certain types of contestants. I believe they were specifically told that there would be no math.
Oh sure, the triathlete with the broken artificial leg was able to climb the Great Wall of China with a jute rope, but asking these Gamecocks to navigate the busy streets of Outer Mangolia aided with only a map, a local guide, a cameraman and a taxi driver was just unfair!
Who’s next on Bertran Von Munsters’s hit list of tokenism? If it’s the Miss USA contestants from California and New York, I’m outta here. A fella’s got to draw a line in the sand somewhere.