Are You Ready For Some Football...part The Seventh
Billy Miller is my hero.
Seriously, though. This game was exhausting.
This day was exhausting.
I'm hoarse.
My alarm went off an hour earlier than I wanted: Amanda's parents got off at the wrong exit, and it became a little tricky at the end for them to get to their hotel, where I would meet them last night and again for breakfast.
There was still entertainment: a JP (Jefferson Parish) sheriff's deputy was chewing out a couple of girls who decided to crank-call 911.
Such things never end well.
Anyway, we went to eat breakfast, drove in a couple of circles to pick up a Randazzo's king cake (That's a later entry.), went to the Black & Gold shop, found nothing, and then went to the Saints Hall of Fame.
From there, we went to the Superdome, to City Blueprint & Supply (across the street), and tailgated.
One has to wonder if all that was wrong with the Colts was their "cool dude" kicker.
Fast forward to the game.
I might have been on TV. Omi says he saw me, but others said they didn't.
When the Saints kicked a field goal in the first quarter, one might have noticed a pink jersey on the left in the upper deck, in between the goal posts. I was seated, well, standing, right behind her.
Anyway, the Saints won 27-24, again. And everyone is a Seattle fan tomorrow. Or, well, today.
I need a shower.
-KIE
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