On A Night In February

If ever there was a day to have something to write about; This Is that Day! Let me preface this by saying that for years and years, I have adhered to one pre-eminent and prevailing motto when it comes to sports franchises. The Only time that I would EVER pull for the New Orleans Saints....would be ...when they played the Los Angeles Lakers.

Uhh Yeah...that would be Never right? NBA...NFL....and all that?? Ok you get it. I would NEVER be a Saints fan!

When this season started I found myself watching games from the corner of my eye and listening or rather trying to listen over the frantic screams of my wife and Die Hard WHO DAT representative for the North American continent. And I tried to muffle my own little sarcastic Geaux Saints chants, for fear of being outed as a closet Saints fan. After an 8 game winning streak I found myself glued to set in my own self-imposed island of exile, namely my bedroom. My wife in the mean time was screaming in the paradise of her Saints haven, namely our den, laden with all the amenities befitting a true Saints fan. The 52 inch Sony LCD comes to mind instantly. Did I mention her screams?? Ok.

Being the supportive and wonderful husband that I am, I could Not allow my wife to labor and strain her vocal chords without my caring and watchful gaze. So I forced myself from exile to make sure she was getting the proper nourishment...ahem

Hey it was the least I could do after 19 years of marriage and all that. Fast forward a few more notches on the Saints victory cane. Yeah she has one of those. Don't ask.

I found this little place on St. Bernard and Broad with a banner draped across the door. It was a clear and obvious warning. "You are about to Enter WHO DAT NATION. If you are NOT a Saints fan...enter at your own risk." I couldn't resist.

The Prime Example Jazz and Blues Club was simply a cover for Who Dat Nation Headquarters. My wife Had to see this place. If I could get her in there I knew that I could finally come out of the closet. I proudly donned my black on black apparel ie; Black shirt, black jeans, black boots, black leather jacket, and a black hat with the infamous Saints fleur de lis. And my wife of course upstaged me as I knew she would when she walked out looking like cat woman with a customized Drew Brees jersey that he would Never be able to wear. Not unless he was....nevermind...thats too frightening to even try to envision. She looked....uhh.....yeah...ahem...anyway where was I?

Prime Example...what we found there was the most Dedicated, Dangerously Loyal, and DEVOTED group of Saints fans in the known universe. I watched a woman wearing a Black and Gold Mardi Gras Indian head piece dancing in front of a mounted flat screen doing a touch down dance that actually Worked!! It was in this same establishment that I held a grown ass man in my arms as he cried after watching the Saints dismantle the Cardinals. No I didn't shed a tear. I'm too much of a thug for that. I'm ALL MAN. None of the mushy stuff.

Until last night.

February 7Th 2010

The New Orleans Saints ushered into being the utter Destruction of the Best Team in football. The Indianapolis Colts. We OWNED them after the first half.

There are no words that can describe the elation that gripped the not so small ensemble of enthusiasts that filled Prime Example on that night. I'm not even going to try.

I can only say that there was so much dancing that it kicked up alot of dust and a little may have gotten into my eyes. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The Who Dat Nation Lives On!!

God, I sound just like them don't I???

damn....they got me.

The First Day of Forever

There are quite a few things I could say. And eventually I will. But for the moment it seems that the words are lost in a haze of what I can only describe as exhuberant non-existance. However, I remain undaunted by the mountaneous region blocking my creativity.