... you can watch the big game and talk about it all you want.
(Posted in response to a specific request by Trooper York. The photograph of the superb owl is by left-hand.)
February 7, 2010
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... you can watch the big game and talk about it all you want.
(Posted in response to a specific request by Trooper York. The photograph of the superb owl is by left-hand.)
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Owl = Hoot Hoot = Hooters = Boobies = Sarah Palin
I understand that an especially offensive GoDaddy ad will be on during the game.
Who'll dat be at the top of the NFL food chain?
I predict the Colts will answer dat question.
The most famous and popular player in Cotls history was of course Johnny Unitas who was know as the “Man with the Golden Arm.” Which strangely did not refer to his throwing ability but rather to his love of heroin like the Frank Sinatra character in the famous movie of the same name. Johnny loved to ride the white horse but even more than that he loved to gamble. He lost his roster spot on the Pittsburgh Steelers after he lost his jock strap in a dice game to Ted Marchibroda and couldn’t go into practice when the coach called his number. So he was cut. He lucked out though as he signed with the Baltimore Colts who were owned by the biggest gambler in NFL history, Carroll Rosenbloom.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
Aren't most of the men going to be too busy beating their wives to actually post?
wv: remended
The most famous of all New Orleans Saints was of course the sure handed receiver Danny Abramowicz. Know for both his ability to catch a poorly thrown pass and his love of voodoo, he was traded after his occult practice became common knowledge. To quote his biography (and I am quoting not plagiarizing, ok you assholes so I don’t want to hear it):
“You see Danny has always been a devote Catholic. But living in New Orleans for so long he wandered into a small decrepit Catholic church deep in the Bayou. The priest there was a strange and charismatic man named Father Limba Laveau who led his congregation in a strange amalgam of Voodoo and Catholicism. Danny became a member of the congregation and supported it piously with funds and personal appearances and missionary work that led to the growth of this tiny parish into a significant force in New Orleans in the 1970’s. Danny used several voodoo spells on Tom Fears that led him to be the focus of the Saints offense even though he was slower than a woman working at the New Orleans DMV on an August day when there was no air conditioning. When John Mecom Jr. caught Danny stealing some hairs from his comb and burning them with his Zippo he immediately shipped him to the coast. Ten chickens were killed that night and a curse was put on the New Orleans Saints that lingers to this very day. Never will the Saints be in the Super Bowl. Never will they have the sweet joy of holding the Vince Lombardi trophy in the air. Never will they look into the camera and say “I’m going to Disneyland.” Because you see, the only place they are destined is in fact the only place hotter and more uncomfortable than NOLA.”
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
This whole thread is a hoot.
Just don't save any of the feathers.
Or leave them out where anyone can see you if you do.
It is generally acknowledged that the greatest defensive player in the history of the league was Lawrence Taylor the great pass rushing outside linebacker of the New York Giants. What is not often acknowledged is that Mr. Taylor invented smoking crack when he dropped some cocaine into a candle at Studio 54 when he was parting one night with John Belushi and Keith Richards. Trying to fish the packet out of the glass jar it began to emit a smoke that they inhaled and decided to try to replicate. It is unfortunate that it will not be listed on his plaque in the Hall of Fame as it is one of his most significant achievements.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press)
Damned snow has completely screwed up my plans for the day.
I need to get friends with 4 wheel drive.
I captured a sick owl once (spotted on the ground by my Doberman Susie) and put him in a cardboard box in the shade, and labelled the box in huge black magic marker letters: OWL.
The rehab people took not only the owl but also the box.
WOL seemed like it would be too obscure for rehab people.
The blog description is dead and Althouse is messing with Trooper's head.
Beautiful pic!
That is one sad owl. He must have heard that Global Warming has flown away and that Global Freezing has come this year upon the Owls that survived the Wind Turbine Farms massacres. He is wisely thinking of becoming a Republican owl.
Maybe it will be another Heidi bowl.
What's on after it?
Is it halftime already? There's the Whooo!
The biggest scandal in Super Bowl history is of course the Baltimore Colts throwing the Super Bowl to the New York Jets in 1970. Heavy favorites, the Colts were instructed to throw the game by their owner Carroll Rosenbloom who was the most notorious gambler in the history of the NFL. Rosenbloom owed over two million dollars in the bets and vig to Carlo Gambino and was instructed to let the Jets cover. So he spread some money around to some of his players to make them throw the game. Unfortunately for him, his main co-conspirator Johnny U had been injured and the very upright Earl Morrall who was as his name suggests very moral and was quarterbacking the team. Now Rosenbloom knew that no one with a hair cut like Morrall would ever throw a game so he arranged for him to be injured so Johnny U could go in to make sure that the Jets covered the spread. Little did he know that Johnny owed his own debt to Vito Genovese to cover his habit and when he finally got in the game he made sure that the Jets won outright.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
Real sports' fans won't touch their dials, but for all the rest of you...
Don't forget to watch the Puppy Bowl on the Animal Planet!
Just way too CUTE, and on repeat for the rest of the night.
Penny wrote:
Don't forget to watch the Puppy Bowl on the Animal Planet!
That halftime show was purrfect!
I wish they'd televise the President's Bipartisan Superbowl Party.
The issue of clothing worn on the sidelines has long been an issue in the NFL as coaches were admonished to not be sloppy. Some dressed in a suit with a hat like Tom Landry and others would wear team logo gear like Bill Parcells. However the worst example of a sideline fashion disaster was that of Joe Willie Namath who famously wore a coat made out of dead puppies.Since the sixties were not as politically correct as the current day, Namath skated unlike the poor deluded Michael Vick. This monumental fashion faux pa is atoned for each year at the Puppy Bowl where the descendants of the canine martyrs who gave their lives so that Joe Willie could look cool are commemorated.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
Although new to me (given Mrs. Goodwin's reputation, I take her revelations with a grain of saltpeter), the gist of Troop's anecdotes are why I gave up on pro sports about thirty years ago.
Irene said...
I wish they'd televise the President's Bipartisan Superbowl Party.
Only on the SyFy channel.
Devastated by being even peripherally involved in such chicanery, the very moral Earl Morrall sought redemption for many years. A devout Catholic, he prayed and meditated for many years even briefly joining a Monastery where he met the famous author and mystic Thomas Merton. It was at the Monastery at the suggestion of Brother Merton that the former quarterback devised a plan to travel around the country righting wrongs perpetrated by the NFL on the unsuspecting citizens of the United States. You can follow his progress on his reality show “My Name is Earl Morrall” on the Christian Broadcasting System.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
It's so hot when youse guys talk sports.
So what y'all eating/serving today?
We're braising up a mongo beef shank in Guinness, garlic, peppers & onions until it falls off the bone to scoop up on sour dough bread, the Pioneer Woman's crash hot potatoes and a huge bowl of crunchy sliced fennel, red onion and cucumbers tossed with Meyer lemon vinaigrette. Of course the usual suspects; guacamole, salsa and freshly fried tortilla chips will be scarfed in copious quantities.
Whole strawberries and pineapple spears to dip in sour cream and brown sugar and ice cream sandwiches made with split brownies will figure in there somewhere too...serving order anarchy tends to take over when there's a room full of crazed sports fans.
Oh, Go Colts!
I would definitely buy that book.
I'm at a superbowl party and not likely to spend time typing on my iPhone, but just one more time:
Geaux Saints! All the way! I believe!
One of the most consistently interesting historical facts about the origin of the NFL is how teams got their names. For example the New York Giants were named after original owner Tim Mara’s penis which was remarkable for an Irishman as it had be measured at more than three inches when fully erect. The Chicago Bears were named after original owner George Halas habit of soliciting sex with burly and hairy workmen by promising a tryout with his team. Coach Halas was instrumental in both the creation of the league as well as the popularization of the “Bear “ movement in the homosexual community. Coach Halas hatred of one his main rivals Curly Lambeau also led to the name of another original franchise. You see he always referred to Curly as that “goddamned Green Bay Fudge Packer” and another franchise was christened. Both were seminal moments in the undocumented gay subtext of the league where they play for pay.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
I don't even want to watch this game which means it will probably be great. Go Saints!!!
Also, awesome owl. I pretty much love all raptors. Or pictures anyway. We humans don't often think about death from the skies although I bet that's how the Superbowl plays out.
That's a superb owl?!
O RLY??
Every Superbowl, my husband and I make dip with chili, cheese, and cream cheese. It's not a healthy dinner, but it sure hits the spot.
A few years ago, I saw Peyton Manning in a restaurant, and he totally checked me out. True story.
Leonard Tose was another NFL owner whose gambling got the best of him. A frequent guest at the casinos of Atlantic City, he gambled and drank and gambled and drank to the point that he lost millions upon millions of dollars. He suffered from chronic depression which is understandable since he lived in Philadelphia and had to root for the Eagles. Drinking did not help the situation and the casino plied him with more and more alcohol to get him to lose as much as his team normally did. When he finally sobered up he had lost all his money and was forced to sell the team. He sued the casinos to recoup some of the money they got off of him by getting him drunk but lost his case in the famous Supreme Court Landmark Decision of Donald Trump Et al vs. Johnnie Walker and associates. There was a rumor to the effect that the five to four decision turned on some photos that Donald Trump had obtained of Justice Souter’s vacation at the Taj Mahal when he visited a memorabilia show and was seen in the company of Burt Ward also know as Robin the Boy Wonder and Adam West TV’s Batman. Supposedly there is a photo of the Justice sliding down the Bat Pole. However this speculation has never been confirmed.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
I can't believe I'm sort of watching the game. I mean, it's on. I look at it a little.
That Tebow commercial which just aired was **real** offensive and polemical and everything, wasn't it?
Not!!!
"I look at it little."
I love that comment. (Seriously, I do.)
Two fun, food "factoids" I read this week (neither of which I can vouch for as to their truth or accuracy):
1. More food is consumed in the United States on Superbowl Sunday than any other day of the year, except for Thanksgiving.
2. More pizzas are ordered on Superbowl Sunday than any other day of the year, with Halloween coming in second.
Whatdya know?
I shit my pants today and no one cared. I am devasted. I wanted some empathy, bitches.
Carroll Rosenbloom’s gambling had gotten so out of control that the league didn’t know what to do. He owned money to every Mafia family in the United States and had no way to get action so he could get even. They eventually forced him to “trade” his Baltimore franchise so he would be the new owner of the Los Angles Rams so they could keep better tabs on him. At the time the Chicago mob was into him for the most money and controlled the LA rackets. They also forced Rosenbloom to marry Gerogia Frontiere who was a dancer who was the lover of both Sam Giancanna and Jack Kennedy. Rosenbloom was initially resistant but became reconciled to the idea after finding out that Ms. Frontiere could fit an entire football in her mouth. The Outfit (as the Chicago Mob was know) made a lot of money laying off bets on the Rams during Rosenbloom’s tenure but eventually were double crossed when the Rams covered the spread on the final game of the 1979 season. Rosembloom had laid off his bet with Vinnie the Chin Gigante in New York and thought he was free and clear. However it was not to be. While swimming in the Atlantic he was held under water until he drowned by Lloyd Bridges of Sea Hunt fame who was deeply in debt to the Chicago Mob as well. Miss Frontiere remained owner of the team eventually moving it to Saint Louis where is was never heard of again.
(Reverse the Call on the Field, The Secret History of the NFL, Doris Kearns Goodwin, ESPN Press 2010)
Ironically, owls usually hunt small game
Could you imagine being in the locker room and seeing all those hogs? Totally woody.
Only time I regularly entered a male locker room was when I was a wrestling manager in high school. So, no, Titus I can't imagine, though I'm more than happy to take your word for it. : )
Oh, and I sure hope you weren't wearing anything expensive earlier today when you're...accident...took place.
Can I say I am mad about Pads and am excited that we are watching the game together. Pads, lift that fat up pull it to the side and let me devour you. Special Hugs Pad.
"We are stardust. We are golden. We are billion-year old carbon. And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden."
Joni Mitchell wrote it, I read...and it was 4 astrophysicists that figured out we were all made of stardust 10 years before Mitchell wrote the old song.
Now one of the remaining Brits on the "B2FH" team is dead. Geoffrey Burbige - a huge, booming man...Back to the matter he and his wife, another Brit and Nobel Laureate William Fowler figured out the origins of.
In 1957, in a long, groundbreaking paper in The Reviews of Modern Physics, Dr. Burbidge; his wife, E. Margaret Burbidge; William Fowler of the California Institute of Technology; and Fred Hoyle of Cambridge University — a collaboration noted by their initials B2FH — laid out the way that thermonuclear reactions in stars could slowly seed a universe that was originally pure hydrogen, helium and lithium, the simplest elements in the periodic table, with heavier elements like oxygen, iron, carbon and others from which life is derived.
His, his wife's failure to get in on the Nobel and Hoyles - was tied to their contrarian opposition to accepting the Big Bang by the politics of the day. Though the mood on "heretics" has changed considerably and vigorous skeptics, even those on the losing side like Burbige, are accepted.
Burbige was the 1st in his family to go past grammar school.
His wife Margaret is still alive. She was one of the 1st female astrophysicist PhDs.
I've never been in a male locker room. If it's anything like the men's room, which I HAVE been in a few times, ;) I will pass!
I watched the Tebow so called pro life ad and have no idea what the fuss was about.
Ooooohhhhh!!!!!!!!!
The Saints went for it on fourth down and didn't make it.
I think Beth just slapped somebody.
If there's another lip-synching scandal in this year's halftime show, will they play the vocals off a Who DAT?
Beth slap someone? Oh I doubt that, Troop. She just seems soooo happy that her team made it to the Super Bowl.
You know those actors who get nominated for an Oscar who say that the honor was in the nomination, and being among all the terrific talent that year? Well those people remind me of Beth.
Well the problem is going to be with Pete Townshead because they told him they were going to play at halftime of "Toddlers and Tiara's" and he is gonna be really pissed.
Penny, I know she is very happy to be at the game but she has to be pissed at only two field goals at the half.
Maybe she should just use the Fabulous Moolah's famous sisscor kick move where she jumps up and wraps her thighs around the other woman's neck and then.....wait a minute that's too much information.
Better luck in the second half.
Son's immediate, umprompted comment when the Who show started: "How OLD are these people?"
DH: Papa's age. (Papa is DH's dad, so son's grandfather.)
Me (not out loud): Gulp. Dayum. He's right.
Wait a minute...are they gonna play "Won't Get Fooled Again"...because you know every time they play that they find another dead body in Miami.
Safe to say The Who are not lip-synching.
The old codgers are getting in the way of the lazer show..
Oh wait CSI is on..
Hey maybe next year they can somebody more revalent and contemporary....you know...like Bob Dylan.
You know Lem these guys should be stuck to a can of Tuna fish right next to Ted Williams.
Ten days to pitchers and catchers.
Easy on the beer Trooper ;)
You know they played the same set last night on that Time Life commercial for sounds of the seventies while I was watching Rhoda on American Life Network.
Lem, that was the funniest thing on this thread.
I salute you.
Teenage Wasteland took on irony.
The halftime show is unwatchable.
From the looks of things Hoosier Daddy will be happier than Beth. But there's another half to go.
It could have been worse - there could have been a wardrobe malfunction.
OMG the Super Bowl halftime show is boring beyond belief. This band is so over the hill.
@Lem, the folks who sponsored the Tim Tebow ad are utterly subversive. They got their adversaries to publicize the issue in all sorts of MSM outlets. The innocuous ad then makes those same adversaries look like shrieking harridans.
Well done!
"Maybe she should just use the Fabulous Moolah's famous sisscor kick move where she jumps up and wraps her thighs around the other woman's neck and then...."
GAWD! You alpha males and your lesbian fantasies. Makes me laugh every time.
Undercober Boss?
Sensors are not what they used to be.
because you know every time they play that they find another dead body in Miami.
Trooper, that drew a LOL not just from me, but also both DH and son.
Freeman: Yes! It sure did.
It could have been worse - there could have been a wardrobe malfunction.
Sarah: Well, there was Pete's belly display, and the lack of Roger body-flaunting. Do those count?
The Doritos dog collar ad is the best so far.
I was thinking more of the Janet Jackson variety - though what was seen was bad enough. Next year, I need to remember to switch to the Puppy Bowl at halftime.
Onsite kick to open a half?
never seen that.
All that said, I think Roger is arguably much cuter now than he was when young. And Pete is definitely a better guitar player (technically speaking, anyway).
Quite encouraging, really.
Onsides kick. Oooooohhhhh the Colts mean business. Pointing both ways. Lets see....who has the ball.....pushing and shoving....SAINTS BALL.....OH BABY!
Well done, New Orleans.
OK. Time to think of food round two. Tacos. More than one kind.
Watching the half time show, my son observed that Pete Townshend looks just like the guy in the 6 Flags commercial,
LoafingOaf said...
Did I miss the new Lebron James McDonalds ad? I saw back-to-back ads of men in underwear. Hmm.
Watching the Super Bowl for the underwear ads?
That tears it. Proof that Loafing Oaf is really Andrew Sullivan.
Welcome Sully.
People wanna let us c-c-croak
Just because we've had a st-st-stroke
I'm not tryin' to be a fussy p-patient
I'm just talkin' bout my g-generation.
The Saints are playing like death is on the line.
I like the Saints to win. another first
TOUCHDOWN NEW ORLEANS!!!!!!!
YEAH BABY FISH TACOS FOR EVERYONE!!!
Can somebody sack loud mouth Payton Manning?
Interseption?
anyone? anyone?
Is that a playlist on Manning's wrist?
Dude. Use a teleprompter. You'll look more qualified, and it will get in the way of the pass rush.
Go Bush
Trooper: AND THEN IT WAS TOUCHDOWN COLTS!
Fortunately, I planned ahead adequately and have tacos to suit those of various persuasions, by which variety it seems I'm perpetually destined to be surrounded.
GO ... SUPERBOWL!
If YOU were here, Trooper, I'd even try my hand at taco-flavored raviolis. And chili-oil infused fennel sald.
; ) xxoo
*Salad*
More hot wings, firecracker shrimp and red beans and rice up next
"... . Watch all your Superbowl ads on demand..."
I assume there must be a critical mass of people who want to do this, on account of the whole supply-demand thing. And I further assume I must know a whole number of people who want to do this, both online and off.
Please come out of the closet, onlines and offlines! I'm fascinated. And supportive. (Though not particularly interested in reliving those ads myself.)
The Saints got a break
The Women's Media Center, which had objected to Focus on the Family advertising in the Super Bowl, said it was expecting a "benign" ad but not the humor. But the group's president, Jehmu Greene, said the tackle showed an undercurrent of violence against women.
"I think they're attempting to use humor as another tactic of hiding their message and fooling the American people," she said.
LOL
"Did you see that? Tim Tebow wants to beat the crap out of his mom!"
Yeah, okay. As a woman, can I protest the word "women" being in the name The Women's Media Center. I'd rather not have some group typing me and all my fellow women as a bunch of crazy harpies.
The 2 points conversion is good
Another Big break for the Saints.
Somebody upthere likes them.
Yes Take ta Payton!
Who dat?
Yay Beth!!
Son's already over the moon, having thrown in his lot with the Saints weeks ago (despite pushback from extended family and friends alike). Apparently, his spirit is already pretty much all the way to joining Beth at her party in New Orleans--and my plaintive, "Come back! Come back! You're still my baby! Not old enough to go away and party with other people yet!" is for naught, for naught.
Well, *you* all knew it was gonna happen someday. *I* just hoped it'd be a tad later.
; )
Wait. Did his voice just start changing and deepening in the space of five minutes? (When I first started that last comment...but got interrupted.)
Congratulations to the Saints and all their fans!
WHO DAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
31-17!
So the Saints won?
Beth, you led me right.
I think there's a finite, nonzero possibility that Beth is very happy right now.
Congratulation Beth..
The Saints played their harts out.
Right now I really wish I was in New Orleans with a couple healthy livers on ice.
The owl has a nice hairdo.
Congrats to New Orleans!
Sorry Meade..
Better luck next time.
Wow! What heart! Congratulations New Orleans!
Reader it's a family party. There's a nice 11 year old girl here. He's welcome!
Beth: Twitter seems to be down so (with apologies to the rest of you), I'm going put here what I was trying to do there [over 2 tweets]:
Preparing to fire up one and/or another of the New Orlean's playlists. Congrats, @elsbet and my son, among others! Though in my heart [c]
[c]of hearts I was rooting for the Colts (though quietly, cuz son felt betrayed by that) I LOVED the heart displayed by the Saints. @elsbet
Was there some sort of sports competition today?
The Ragin Cajun is on the platform.
Wahts he doing up there?
Reader it's a family party. There's a nice 11 year old girl here. He's welcome!
Great, Beth! Now you're not only encouraging him to come on down to New Orleans and party ...
... but you're ALSO implying you're ready to fix him up with an older woman!!
Sheesh.
; ) xxoo
Was there some sort of sports competition today?
No, but I think there was a show about a really great bowl. The Who even played on the show. There were horses there and very religious people too.
Dishes have never been so popular.
That Tracy Porter bit was amazing. It started with his taking off on a full sprint. In my youth, I could never have imagined running that fast, let alone grabbing a football on the way.
"No, but I think there was a show about a really great bowl."
Oh! I have some really nice 18th century Wedgwood bowls. I should have entered them in the competition! Although given how Townsend treats his own possessions, I wouldn't have let him touch my china.
And Danica Patrick topless. Let's not forget that.
Getting serious, she did very well in her first stock car race -- got spun out, recovered the car, got it back on the track, and came from the back of the pack to 6th place. Drives better than all but a handful of the guys on the track and gorgeous besides.
Dang. Them good ol' boys best watch out.
Father Capucci had a Saints jersey on under his vestments today at Mass. I think he was taking bets on the over/under from the Confirmation students. That was our "home" parish, two towns over in Scott Brown Country. In our town, we turn our Transcedentalist noses up at the likes of Scott Brown and other popular vulgarities.
At our "other" parish, in differently-snooty Cambridge, my son sang Saint Saens' Ave Verum in Latin, and Fr. Saltzman delivered an interesting homily on St. Peter being called to his apostleship, becoming a fisher of men, etc.
And not ONE of the priests there had on a football jersey, despite so many kids from the school winding up at Boston College.
What would Doug Flutie say?
Those really are great bowls. From what I gather though, the competition wasn't decided on bowl merit. There was something with the religious people beating the horses (to death?) and that meant that the religious people won. I guess they were representing a bowl? Don't know what the bowl looked like, but I suppose it would have to be better than any bowl made by a horse.
BTW, congratulations Beth!
Next up, the Cubs win the World Series, and the World ends.
That'll be in 2012
Thanks everyone. They played Saints football and that carried the day. I love this team for their teamwork, discipline, lack of divas.
I see Bourbon street scenes on TV and it's full of happy New Orleanians, in all our beauty. It's peaceful because we know how to celebrate.
44 years! Geaux Saints!
Pitchers and catchers report a week from Thursday.
Beth, as far as I could see, the official position of the Archdiocese of Boston was that it was a grave breach of faith for the Saints to lose.
Theo I am in my iPhone so I am limited in computereeze, but if you google Archbishop Hannan and Saints Prayer you might find evidence of longtime ecclesiastical devotion.
Beth: Well here it is! (The Prayer for the Saints that is, a PDF copy of the original)
WV = santed
We elected a new mayor yesterday.
The Saints won the Superbowl.
It's Mardi Gras.
Life is good.
When the Saints Go Marching In, Beth will certainly be in that number. That is a great fight song for football Band music and cheerleader cheers. Can we find it on u-tube?
There's a few too many men, including Mr. Althouse, who are spending far more time commenting at this site, than watching the game.
...and we all know what that means.
Love,
Tradguy - I think there's a million saints songs out there now. The big one this season is "stand up and get crunk" by the yingyang twins. There's the who dat/when the saints go marching in mix. I really like Rebirth Brass Band
version of when the saints go marching in. Search YouTube for it. It's great!
Congrats to Beth and all the Saints fans! Your guys played a great game.
Yay Beth's team!
Trooper York managed to squeeze a half sentence's worth of humor from his 12,000* words of blather. Awful.
*No way I'm wading back into this morass to get a more accurate count.
The Namath-Colts Super Bowl took place in 1969 (a self-proclaimed knowledgeable sports fan would know that), which I suppose might get another of the unfunny commenters to go into a lather.
I wish I could get back the time spent on this thread, but, absent that possibility, decided to double down by commenting.
That said, CONGRATS SAINTS. And any day the Colts lose is a good day.
Final verdict on the decade: Patriots are #1, Steelers and Colts tied for #2.
Stephen: If you've found, for example, that Trooper York is not your cup of tea, there is a handy, modern invention I'd like to recommend:
The scroll wheel.
This clever addition to your computer mouse allows you to zip right past those bores who might importune you with their blather.
And I myself have discovered another name to fly right past without further ado.
WV = bugends
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