The front gate at Drew Brees’ house in the Garden District. (Via Tweetphoto)
The front gate at Drew Brees’ house in the Garden District. (Via Tweetphoto)
Sean Payton driving around New Orleans with the Lombardi Trophy hoisted through his sunroof is nothing short of awesome.
I’m so f-ing pissed that I didn’t know Drew was in town to tape Letterman. I have “people” on the show’s staff who could’ve gotten me into the audience, thus opening the door for me to embarrass myself on national television by running onto the stage and dropping to my knees to kiss his feet while tearfully screaming, “THANK YOU BREESUS!”
Mainly because I sort of needed to get it out of me.
When asked by people not from the area to describe how much football means to Louisianians, one of the first things I mention is how back home even the girls and the gay men are obsessed with the sport. In fact, many of them out-knowledge and out-passion the “manly” football fans from other parts of the country.
My friend Tim is a perfect example of this. He’s a gay man from the New Orleans Westbank who’s the head of the LSU football fan gatherings in NYC. He also happens to be by far the loudest and most obnoxiously demonstrative fan at the LSU and Saints bars. And as is the case, stereotypically, with many gay men, Tim also has a keen eye for design and fashion. With that said, he put his considerable talents to use to make three of these second-line umbrellas, one of which he gave to me before the game with the thought that we’d break them out during the celebratory post-game second-line to “When the Saints Go Marching In.”
Unfortunately, someone appeared to make off with Tim’s umbrella later in the night, so I gave mine back to him because I thought he should have one, seeing as he was the guy who made them. But then later, after I’d finally packed up my stuff and was leaving Bar None at the end of the night (Yes, I was the last Saints fan to leave!), one of the bouncers handed me this umbrella, which he said one of the staffers had found it on the floor behind a booth. As you can probably imagine, I was elated. Recouping the lost second-line umbrella was the perfect ending to one of the greatest nights of my life. I’ll probably create some sort of ridiculously gaudy Saints Super Bowl shrine inside my apartment in the coming weeks, and this will surely be one of the centerpieces.
Thanks Tim. I love you man! :)
This photo will probably be the wallpaper on my desktop for a long time. I’m not sure what I like more about it…Tracy Porter pointing to the going-apeshit Who Dats in the end zone as he ran it in, or Peyton Manning ON HIS ASS in the background.
Um, that’s not how we spell it New York Post!
Oh my head…
I Believe (Saints Go All the Way) by Irma Thomas(?)
This is one of the many Saints-related songs that popped up in the 80s when the team had their first non-losing season. Listening to it was the first thing I did after waking up this morning and, yes, I immediately burst into to tears of joy. Win or lose, today’s gonna be the best day EVER!
I have no idea what’s going here, but it looks kinda fun.
(via TwoEightNine’s Twitter)
Drew Brees by Dee 1
God does the Who Dat Nation love Drew Brees.
Based on the email I received today, Playboy is apparently taking the subtle approach to get people to visit their website.
