Is It August Yet?

I have definitely been craving me some New Orleans . . .

http://michellehulse.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-my-nola-hcj-muffuletta.html


I'm not taking a baby to training camp in this heat, but I can't wait to make a road trip when the girls are older!

Dear Javon,

(You may know I have a soft spot for local boys, no matter what color jersey they wear now . . . with maybe one exception.)


Dear Javon,

Come home.

Ok, so you're not technically from here, but you enjoyed your time at STM, right? And we're between Houston & your alma mater, FSU. It's still crawfish season. The Saints are making a run for their rings. Do they need another WR? Hell, no. But wouldn't you rather take a pay cut and ride the bench if it meant you could actually live through the season?

I still heart Javon.

I even overlooked the fight with my favorite sort-of-retired QB.

I kept you in my thoughts and prayers in Denver after the shooting.

If you simply must stay in Oakland, we still wish you well.
Just lay off the champagne sprays, will ya?


Sincerely,
SaintsRants

Draft Thoughts

Without looking into these players very much, here are my initial thoughts:

- 2 defensive tackles - dude . . . two, really?
- 1 cornerback - yep, yep, and yep
- 1 tackle - eh, ok, whatever
- 1 wide receiver - *cough*remember Meachem*cough* . . . but I'll take that risk in th 7th rd, not the 1st, thank you very much
- 1 kicker

Ok, so you may be surprised to find I think the kicker was a good pick. Guaranteed points. A definite need. Sorry Martin, looks like you'll be cheering from your couch again, buddy.

Hey, it's better than Seattle's pick. Seriously, a long snapper?!?! In the sixth round, when they still had another pick in the seventh? What were they thinking?


Makes us look like freakin' draft geniuses.


All of our picks do one good thing . . . take some pressure off Brees. Thanks.

Can we start drinking the Kool-Aid yet?

Schedule Issues

You've all seen the schedule by now, right?
Fine, whatever. It's a schedule.

But . . . seriously . . .

Chicago. Again.
IN Chicago. Again.
In frickin' December. AGAIN.

The madness never ceases.

Oh well . . . still . . . there's always the draft this weekend. Which will definitely brighten my weekend since we probably won't be at Festival International this year.

Oh, and . . .

The world is just awesome!




Boom-dee-yah-da!

Farewell, Ashley

The world is darker with the loss of fellow blogger, fiery New Orleans advocate, and Saints fan Ashley Morris.

When we march on to kick the crap out of Mare and the Seahawks this fall, we do so in honor of Ashley. Hell, the whole season should be played in his honor. No one fights the good fight for the city of New Orleans quite like Ashley.

Hug your loved ones and say a little prayer for his family. He will be greatly missed.

Bringing Sexy Back

Look out clipboard! We've got a guy with a personality to hold you this year. Yep, Mark Brunell has signed on to replace Jamie Martin as official Clipboard Boy. I may have lost my favorite QB of all time and may cry a little every Sunday next season, but at least I get Marky Mark in NO. Why do I like this guy? I don't know, I guess I'm just a sucker for a sense of humor and a smile. And good arm. Preseason will tell if he's still got it or not. Plus, he was drafted by the Packers in '93 (yeah, so what if he's old, I like 'em that way) and was a Favre backup. Can you imagine those two jokesters together running their mouths on the sideline? 3 ProBowls ain't much to laugh at either.

So while I can never truly say how much Steve Gleason meant to this team, or how much I'll miss seeing Drew Brees mount Jeff Faine after every touchdown, I can say there is a glimmer of something special about the team I see forming before my eyes.

That is, if this MeatHead can stay healthy for just on year. The guy's one more concussion away from eating meatloaf with a straw. But if Dan Morgan can get in some nice hits for just one season . . . man, that would be sweet.

In Mourning

I was all ready to enjoy the Free Agency Fun Fest. Then, the unthinkable happened.
And this is how I feel:



I'll be observing a period of mourning . . . length of time TBD.
In the meantime, please light a candle for me as I recover from my sudden abandonment.

Football with never be the same.

Say It Ain't So

I'm busy not watching the ProBowl. You know, protesting the absence of Marques Colston. To be fair, I didn't even watch the SuperBowl. In my defense, I saw the first half, but crashed before Mr. Petty hit the field. Give me a break, I had a kid spiking a fever and a baby who finally fell asleep, so I crashed. But I just couldn't help myself yesterday. There was nothing on while I was putting the baby to sleep, so I watched a bit of the practices. I figure that's ok even though I'm on a ProBowl Strike, since I was just watching the players have a good time. After all, it isn't their fault he wasn't voted in. And I love watching them interact, having a good time, asking each other for autographs . . . it just reminds me once again why I love the game. Would you have that same kind of atmosphere with a bunch of other professional athletes? Basketball? Nope. Baseball? Nope. Not even with the gentlemanly game of golf would you see such fun times. Players trading caps and helmets to wear during practice. Laughing, joking, showing pictures of their kids. Good times.

The down side? The game I'm not watching is the last of the season. Bummer.

Newest Who Dat

Well, even if I can't watch my team in the playoffs, at least I can watch my little girl in her new jersey every weekend.


Seriously, this is what my four-year-old asked for this Christmas. Who am I to disappoint?


And FINALLY, in other news, our newest member of the family lineup arrived on Friday, January 4th. You can sneak a peak at Baby Harper here on my personal blog. And there's an explanation on how we came up with the name here . . . but you all can guess at least one of the inspirations for that.

Santa Baby

Dear Santa,

This year, my list is short and sweet. Here's what I want for Christmas:

1. The Fujita girls to get some sleep. 4 tackles from Scott is just not going to cut it. Let the man get some Z's this week.
2. Marques Colston to stop coughing up blood. Dude, that's just not cool. It's why I'm not even going to wish for a playoff spot this year. I just want #12 back to make a run at it next year.
3. Whoever's upstairs to stop giving Coach P piss-poor advice on challenging plays. Yes, your ass on the ground does count as down. It ain't brain surgery.
   
4. Coach P to realize that when we're down four running backs and the defense is stopping the few people we have left to put in that maybe - just maybe - it isn't a great idea to run into that big green brick wall four frickin' times in a row. Just sayin'.
5. A SMACKDOWN at Soldier Field. I don't care about the playoffs. I don't care what Minnesota or Washington do. It's all about payback, baby. And it's past due.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and All That Jazz!!!