Well for a second there, things appeared to be coming up Aces. Cool weather, Saints had a .500 record, and it looked like Dollar Bill had an exit strategy. Then bam, malaise runs in and infects the joint.
So, we need a drink to get ready for a possible let down against the Crypt Keepers of Oakland this Sunday. You know it may be a good idea for the Saints to hire Lane Kiffin solely to gain an upper hand against Oakland. But such talk is beyond the nonpertise of this blogosphere enabled journal.
Things need to turn around, and they will. Here is how. Leave work, home, or prison (or perhaps you work from home which could be all three). Go to the Columns. Sit outside on that beautiful, wide portico. Listen to the rhythmic pulsating tremble of the streetcar as it glides on down the rails. Invite some friends. Order round after round of Pimm's Cups and Mount Gay and tonics. Finish the day with a Jack Daniels, 8 ice cubes, and a splash of water. Consider it a jazz funeral of booze for the end of summer.
And let's move on. Al Davis is coming to town. We can beat a dead guy, right?
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
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