[mikedcabo]

Thursday I had the fortune of having my name pulled in a lottery our company has for Saint's tickets. Our clinic (not me the big clinic-450 docs) is the health provider for the team. Mrs Mikey and I went to New Orleans and noon. It was a zoo and for those that watched the game it was a nail-biter. The crowd (though pretty loaded) was smart in it's cheering, yelling like banchees when the Vikings had the ball and being very quiet when we did. Brett Farve is a great quarterback but I bet he feels like a train ran him over this morning. They played a tough game for sure and without so many fumbles it could have turned out the other way. But it didn't and the city of New Orleans and the region for that matter are elated over the win. These guys do a lot in the community and work really hard without a lot of the bs you sometimes see in pro athletes.
Now a 2 week rest to the final game the Superbowl in Miami where we play Peyton Manning (who grew up in New Orleans and is the son of former Saint's quarterback Archie) and the Indianapolis Colts.
Go Saints!!

[Squeebee]

I thought I saw you there!

It was a crazy game! I bet Favre is wishing he retired last year! He got pummeled! I'm glad the Saints won though! But I gotta say - I love Payton Manning - so I'm kinda pullin' for the Colts.

We'll have to wager something!

[xinuxunil]

Who dat!!!

[JoSmiley]

Where you the guy with the orange traffic cone on your head Mikey!?
That was a good game - I'm glad the Saints won....of course, most of us up here in Packer country have been pretty p'd off about Favre since he left us and ended up at the vikings, there's been a general feeling that he betrayed the Pack....so there's been a WHOLE lotta rejoicing around here since that game. Yesterday at work was just nuts with everyone talking about it! We're all pulling for the Saints up here!

[xinuxunil]

Favre literally threw the game away. He shouldn't have thrown that last pass; that was a no brainer there. A fieldgoal attempt, if it had worked, would have won them the game. Hope the Saints beat the Coalts.

[Arturo]

Well since I'm chiming in before Cossy.......she's liked the Saints and considered them her team after she had only been here a couple of years. I've always casually liked the Saints since Archie Manning and I thought the "unknown fans" (spinoff of the unknown comic) was the funniest thing fans have ever done in any sport. Anyway....after Katrina we've really been pulling for them as they've had several pretty good seasons but not great yet. And they never seemed to get the respect they deserved because ......well they were the Saints and they had never quite been considered a team capable of going to the big dance. But after what happened in August 2005 they've been the best comeback story that never happened.............until now. I've been excited about them this year and I kept texting the updated scores and stuff to Cossy while she was working at the zoo every Sunday. When they beat the Cardinals we cheered, and I knew they might have what it takes this time. When the Vikings won I texted Cossy and said you'll have to miss next week.....we're in for a helluva game.

Yeah......you bet we saw it! It's my favorite day in the NFL season......Championship Day. Two great, big games for the price of one. This year we had a favorite in there........and what a game it was! We were biting nails when Farve (future Hall Of Famer) moved the Vikings down to a 50 yarder with another play to go......I said....."I can't believe it....this is how this is going to end....Vikings will kick a field goal and we lose......I can't believe it......it can't be." PICKED OFF!!!!!! OMG!!!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!!!

Yeah I felt bad for Farve.....but I'll tell ya....he got the *^7^%*^&% beat out of him all game long. He even said "Getting beat up hurts a lot more when you lose." They all played a helluva game and we're looking forward to another helluva game. We even talked about a Colts/Saints Super Bowl back when they were both undefeated. I like Peyton Manning....especially in his commercials but this one belongs to New Orleans......the city and the team. I sure hope they play like they've never played before because they'll have to to beat the Colts.

Anyway......what a game to be at.....wow.....the first ever NFC Championship right there in the dome that has such a history.

[mikedcabo]

My ears are still ringing!!! Everyone in the city/region is walking with a lighter step and a smile on their face.
People seem to be working harder, more productive, kinder to each other etc. The team was worn out and they have been overwhelmed by media. The local media just keep interviewing them over and over and we all can't get enough of it. The Monday paper has reprinted 3 times and still keeps running out.
But the boys are still the good guys that they are. John Vilma was hard at work yesterday setting up t shirts for the "DEpartment of Domeland Security" which will sell like crazy--and proceeds are going to his parents country of origin---Haiti.
I think by today they will get back to business working hard and getting ready for a tough Colts team.

[JoSmiley]

I put a new avvie up - if anyone wants to use it, you can put this link into your avatar settings:
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v143/JoS...lmetGraphic.jpg
I'll put it on mine for a short bit so you can see it.

[mikedcabo]

Cool-thanks

[Jenny]

It was kind of interesting in our house as my husband is a die hard Vikings fan and I was raised as a Saints fan. I called it days before. I knew the Vikes would choke. The Saints had home field advantage and the Vikes always choke on the road it seems. I also called that the Colts would win despite the Jets being the fave pic. Cal was so ticked when the Vikes lost. I was dying of laughter. I wanted the Saints to win, but I wouldn't have been too broken up because of Favre. I remember watching him play in Jr. High and High School as I always went to the games. That was back when his Dad coached.

My friend Norm went to the game and apparently you could see him during the game on t.v. because he is in the family/friend box, but I missed it. Darn it. He is a bum too because of his friendship with Shockey he gets to go to Miami too. I would love to go to that game!!!!!!!! I guess I can just be jealous and envious from afar. lol I'm sure I'll get the pics.

[CosmicFawn]

I am SO jealous that you got to be there mike! The Saints being the good guys that they are is part of what drew me to them, they work hard, play honestly without the crap that goes on too often with pro teams...knew it was just a matter of time till they'd get the recognition they deserve.

I still can't get over that game though, I almost couldn't look there at the end...or at a number of points throughout the game.

Too bad Favre ends his season and possibly career on that throw, not a great way to end an amazing career, it's got to sting a little.

Jo, it's funny that WI sees the whole Packer/Favre thing differently, the Packers are the ones that treated him badly, if they hadn't forced him to make a spur of the moment decision at the end of the season like that he probably wouldn't have said he was retiring, but then when he wanted to come back they had already replaced him so said no but they also wouldn't let him out of his contract. Stupid choices there, lost a legend.

[mikedcabo]

My friend asked me to write up my impressions of the NFC Championship game-thought I’d share it with y’all before dumping it. Who Dat!!

I couldn’t get the pictures to paste in-and they may be too big anyway. Who Dat!



The NFC Championship. You know what it looked like on the field. You saw how the game played out. Some great plays, some turnovers. Some luck, awesome talent some bad decisions by Farve. The unbelievable sudden death ending- the Saint’s glorious victory. Now let me tell you what it was like to be in that number.



I’d been putting my name in the lottery at work for Saint’s tickets all season without a hint of success. I still don’t know how many tickets are up for grabs but I had already begun making plans to watch the big game on my lo-def TV when the email came, pronouncing me a winner. I had to read it twice, even minimized and reopened the email-but it was still staring me in the face-2 TICKETS to the NFC championship!!! What a great time to finally get lucky. I did a happy dance right there at my desk.



Now my big concern was which of my buddies to ask along. Our ka-tet has gone in 3’s or 4’s to almost all the big LSU Bowl games and to the National Championship’s of our beloved Tigers. Making that choice might have been a little delicate had it not been for an intervention that took place only moments later when I called to tell my wife. Her first words- “Unbelievable-that is awesome-I can’t wait to go” Guess I missed a beat because before I could say anything she said-“wait-I bet you wanted to ask one of the guys to go-it’s ok really- ask one of them.”



Now I might not be the sharpest tack on the bulletin board but in 35 years of marriage I’ve picked up a few pearls of wisdom and alarms were going off -danger –danger –danger- Will Robinson! “Of course I’d rather have you come with me than the any of the guys-it’ll be a date” In truth that was just fine with me. I had an idea that whichever friend I might have asked would have left me with 3 others with hurt feelings. Besides what could be easier?



That philosophy started to evaporate the next day when the hand wringing started. By then we were hearing from other local fans that they were planning to get down to the city at 6 am. I kept saying I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem if we waited until after 10 a.m. mass but really didn’t think my powers of persuasion were getting very far. Would we try to park anywhere even close to the dome or just give up and park on the other side of the Quarter and do some urban hiking. The problem was we’d have all the time in the world to get to the dome but hoofing it back after the game would likely put us smack in the middle of traffic gridlock-and if we won in the middle of shoulder to shoulder drunk lock.



I was remembering all those times in Atlanta when we got lost trying to get back to our hotel from the Georgia Dome (it happened almost every damn time we went). We tried to pay attention. We tried to follow the crowd-but like a nightmare version of Groundhog day we always ended up alone and in some sort of rail yard. Maybe the bourbon had dulled my memory but even walking the railroad tracks trying to make our way back to civilization didn’t seem that problematic. Of course we were just a bunch of guys and could always defend our old drunk selves or duck into a corner if nature called too loudly.



I mustered all my resources, called friends and scoured google maps looking for parking. One Saint’s season ticket holder told me of a lot only 4 blocks from the dome and assured me we would make it. I finally had a game plan. It was almost derailed at the last minute when in an uncharacteristic lapse in attention to detail (some people call it OCD) I left the paper sitting within plain view of Ms Eyore. After 2 days of reassuring my wife that the dome only held 70,000 people and even if a few extras decided to come tailgate, this would be nothing compared to Mardi Gras, her eyes locked on the article. There it was in black and white courtesy of the TimesPickyournose-this will be the largest event the city has ever seen. Larger than previous superbowls, larger than the LSU championship-even larger than Mardi Gras!



I finally convinced my wife that it would be bad form to miss mass-especially on this day when more than the usual number of supplications were being sent heavenward on behalf of the team. Everyone at church was wearing black and gold and there were several references to the Saints –and I don’t mean the walkin’ with Jesus kind of saints- from the pulpit. Padre even added some sort of Go Saints cheer to the “go in peace”. As we started our trek southward, the weight of the decision to delay our departure settled squarely on my shoulders. What if we got stuck in traffic on the interstate, couldn’t find a place to park-to eat-to drink-to pee? I would never hear the end of it. But as Suetonius said to Ceasar …alea iacta est.



Abstaining from coffee or even water in fear of overfull bladders we approached Bonnebel where even in good times traffic seemed to pile up. Went right through-maybe we were…I wouldn’t allow myself that hope. Soon we would have to make the move-either try to exit on Poydras which immediately passes the dome or travel on and settle for the Vieux Carre. Yet here it was again-we were approaching the Poydras exit and could see no line of traffic. It was the strangest thing. That which we had feared had happened but had turned out to be a help rather than hindrance. The crowd had all come early!



As soon as we crested the exit ramp we could see people everywhere. Every square inch of space was taken up with tailgaters. There were luxury buses with large flat screen TV’s and little pick ups with bar-b-q pits already churning out the irresistible aroma of grilled sausage. Blue skies, light wind, mild temp. Tents and tables, grills and kegs, generators, sound systems, kids throwing footballs, dogs chasing frisbees…gameday heaven. And all done up in black and gold. Look at all those little Breeses and Bushes and Shockeys. If you weren’t wearing a #9 #25 #88 jersey, you probably had one of those “Finish Strong” t-shirts on. Little babies in little Who Dat shirts in their tricked out Mardi Gras floats that in other times would be a stroller. And plenty of blue-hairs jigging around 2nd line style with an umbrella in the lead and handkerchiefs flapping behind.



As we landed on Poydras we finally had the briefest of stops. We had just enough time to see down every side street the same scene of fans tailgating. The dome looked great. The roof that had been tattered in Katrina was a bright white. Although not finished the outer walls are being replaced with a handsome gold veneer. And up on the ramps wall to wall people-most just there to share in the excitement.



The next challenge would be finding a spot to park, but just like my friend had suggested we turned right on Loyola and 2 blocks later into a parking garage. The $20 fee seemed too good to be true, having just passed 2 lots that were charging $40- but being stuck in the upper levels could spell disaster for a quick exit when the time came. I had no doubt that whether we were winning or loosing at the end, no one was going to duck out before we had sucked the marrow out of every single play. The final confirmation that we were indeed surrounded by the mythical cocoon of perfection happened when we took a chance at the top of the first up ramp-hoping against all odds to find a place on the down side turn-and there it was. The pole position was open-the very last place before the exit. Rosa and I looked at each other and began to laugh. Here we sat only 60 minutes from leaving home 4 blocks from the Dome and 5 hours before the game.



As we walked back to Poydras we could appreciate even more of the spectacle up close. It was for sure a Mardi Gras atmosphere-but more of the early morning on the St.Charles neutral ground type- families and friends-shiny happy people having fun. The smells were amazing and there was no end to the variety of foods everyone prepared. We saw old standbys like jambalaya and grilled burgers as well as fried catfish, king cakes and all manner of Popeye’s fried chicken. Street vendors complimented the home made stuff with funnel cakes, Lucky dogs, and about every 5 feet big ice tubes with beer.



If there was ever a doubt that the city could overcome the horror of Katrina here was a clear refutation. In the footsteps of the thousands that suffered for days with no food or water or hope-today stood folks from every walk of life old and young, rich and poor black and white. Food and drink and hope in abundance and all sharing like one family. Whether it was faith or human spirit, or a combination of both at least on this day for the most part it was because of one thing- the New Orleans Saints. What a wonderful montage. No one would be hungry or thirsty or sad on this day. (The whole area is being redeveloped and is projected to be ready for the 2013 Superbowl )



http://www.nola.com/saints/index.ssf/2010/...ing_at_the.html



We climbed up the ramp to the dome to a different level of excitement. Here folks had all sorts of costumes and themes. One that stood out was “Farve on the ground”

If you saw the American Idol, auditions in Atlanta you probably had a chuckle at “General” Larry Platt’s anthem mocking contemporary street fashion. It went viral overnight and Farve himself was even taped singing it in the locker room after their win over Dallas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkeAzqhlkNk



In these days of flashmobs and You tube-I don’t know why I was so surprised to see it everywhere so soon-but here it was with a little adaptation by the Who Dat Nation:

Favre on the ground, Favre on the ground, Vikings gonna lose with Favre on the ground!!!

turf in his mouth, helmet turned sideways, lookn' like a fool like a Favre on the ground!



The other phenomenon was the Ying Yang Twin’s Stand Up and Get Crunk. Urban dictionary defines it as crazy drunk-which certainly has it’s own truth but the brothers define it as when you get an adrenaline rush jump up on your feet and can’t help but dance. This tradition has been going all season but it was new to us. The tune does without doubt make one want to crunk. Now with a child’s melody na na na nana change the lyrics from “stand up and get crunk “ to “we’re gonna get you” and follow it with a –hear we come to get you –and it turns into the perfect intimidation anthem. We didn’t get the full effect until we were actually inside but check it out-and yes that’s Bobby Hebert getting crunk in the pressbox.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UecwHdDUo4M&NR=1



Once we made it to the C concourse (party central) we were delighted to see the entertainment was the Boogeymen. While they did all the classics like Play That Funky Music and even their version of Get Crunk, we schmoozed with the faithful. I was a little taken back when we kept running into people we knew from Hammond. Even my friend with the parking directions walked right up to us as if we had preordained a time and place to meet. As the minutes ticked by it warmed up and I went to get a beer. At 8 bucks that cup of bud light held no promise at all but with the blue sky above and the black and gold surrounding I must admit it was one of the coldest bestest beers of my life.



I had forgotten about the colors of the Vikes and it took me a few times before I stopped trying to high five them with a hearty Go Tigers! There was one clever bunch complete with horned helmets taking pictures with everyone with a sign pronouncing “We Dat” heh heh-wish I had one of those pictures now.

One fellow limped by with a cane and grey streaks painted in his hair . The shredded #4 jersey completed his ensemble and as he passed there is was on his back “Farve” across the top and near the bottom….”on the ground!!”



Just about the time we grew tired of standing 3:30 came and the doors to the kingdom flew open. As the nearly 73,000 fans lucky enough to have the golden ticket streamed in, I was amused at the security (sacuratay as Bonquiqui says) set up. I was expecting some serious airport type devices like we did in 2003 when the Tigers beat the sooners for the National Championship. Instead they divided us into a series of men’s and women’s lines for a pat down. Thank God they must not have had any expectations of another crotch bomber- so the frisk was cursory and not overly personal.



As the cocoon of perfection continued to surround us we looked to our left and spotted one of only 2 general clubrooms on the plaza level. A full buffet was available but we spied a back lounge room with clusters of overstuffed chairs around TVs. We claimed our seats, got some drinks and had a very pleasant visit with some local folks as we watched the Colts beat the Jets. There were arguments all over the place as to which team we’d rather play but that was beyond our control. In the end I think the irony of Peyton being from New Orleans with a daddy who played for the Saints was just to sweet to dismiss. At least Peyton had the wherewithal to get far enough ahead so we could get to our seats in time for the pregame festivities.



The corridors were jammed with people shoulder to shoulder-but no pushing and all smiles. “Who Dat-who dat-who dat talking ‘bout beatin’ dem Saints” echoed throughout. We passed kiosk after kiosk selling everything from soup to nuts-literally. Bisque-jambalya-ribs-pizza-muffies-poboys of every variety and freshly roasted candied pecans. The liquid menu was no less shabby. Freshly squeezed lemonade, any kind of beer you wanted and full bars with everything from captain and coke to cosmos.



As we turned to the short ramp that would take us into the main cavern my pulse accelerated. I’m pretty sure Michael Buffer was no where near the dome but as I stepped from the subdued lighting of the hallways into the bright lights of field all I could here was “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the main event-leeeeettttsss get ready to ruuuummmmble!!!!” I don’t think my wife and I have been that excited in a long time. Every little detail was awe-inspiring. Our seat were in the end zone corner facing the Saints bench across the field (It was our goal that later became the keystone to victory) .Punters punted, kickers kicked, receivers received and blockers blocked and there right below us was Drew Brees warming up his laser. As the team made a temporary exit the groundsmen rolled out a heavy looking tarp which with the aid of some blowers quickly inflated to a giant black tunnel. They set up several of those crazy thinks that inflate upward like giant party favors and waft around like Jamaicans. As the team came out the stadium erupted and as they say….it was on. <1001773jpg>



The noise was incredible. I’ve since heard it reported that it started at 110 decibels (like 3 feet away from a chainsaw). I don’t think there are a lot of us who got out of the 60’s without at least a little ringing in our ears. It usually only takes a little white noise like the fan motor on the computer to block mine out. But I can tell you sitting here a week later I feel like I just walked out of a rock concert. My wife had sense enough to wear earplugs but I felt like a native standing on the beach watching the tsunami roll in and just said- bring it.



There are many others who would describe the game play better than I might. If you didn’t watch the game you wouldn’t have any interest in my tale anyway, but here is a tidbit you might not have gleaned from the broadcast. The 12th man was sport smart. I’ve never been so impressed with a crowd before and that includes a lot of saavy LSU Cajuns. There were 3 levels of noise and all were deployed at the exact right moment. When the Vikes were on offense we elaborated a loud and continuous drone. This was background agitation for when hearing by the team wasn’t as critical. For example, when the team came off the bench on first down and everyone knew the play before the huddle. On the other hand on second and especially on 3rd down, when the play came in from the sideline and on every down as they approached the line of scrimmage, that drone turned into an ear splitting voice of doom and distraction. This accompanied by enough stomping that I wasn’t sure this old dome would be able to hold it’s own as it did against Katrina. I don’t care if the team was using hand signals and wearing earplugs-if nothing else I think it must have felt the miserable shoutwave being projected onto them. The 3rd level was reserved for our time on offense and it was-simply put-dead silence. Any drunk reveler that shouted out a quick Who-Dat while the team huddled was quickly admonished by the entire section.



One other incident of groupthink that actually startled me. The Vikes tight-end Visanthe Shiancoe (Is that Norwegian??) made a good reception and sauntered over just below our corner section. He made sort of a short bow with his arms wide out as if to say, “how’d you like that.” What happened next I’d never seen before. It wasn’t as if someone up front did something and it waved out from there. In complete unison our entire section raised our hands in salute. With a very few exceptions like the lady standing next to me, every tike and granny around us had the same instant desire to flip that smartass off. It was beauty.



It was so awesome being there. I loved seeing our team play so hard. And truth be told Farve-hailing from Kiln Mississippi just up the road- was only recently the focus of our hatred. Someone said we had the honor of watching someone play his second -last playoff game of his career. I did see Farve on the ground a few times and wouldn’t be surprised if he joined Arizona’s quarterback in the “I’ve had enough of this crap” club. I wouldn’t have traded my seat for anything, but I did miss the perspective from all the camera angles and replays that came on the TV-even my low-def model. The jumbotrons aren’t like the behemoths in Dallas and I just couldn’t see the sort of detail that made most of my section mates absolutely certain that every penalty called against us was in error.



When it was all said and done the supreme optimism that reigned most of the game got a little wobbly near the end. So many of the what ifs would have lead to a different result. But neither crowd nor the team blinked. Whether it was divine intervention or our collective will –we did not blink-but the Vikings did. So we found ourselves sending up one more prayer as the 2nd year kicker who told his dad he had dreamed of kicking a game winning 42 yard field goal lined it up and called for the snap. I can’t exactly describe what it sounds like when over 70,000 people take a deep breath at the same time-but that is what happened. And time slowed and slowed and slowed and stopped just like in the movies. For three ticks I actually thought I might have finally lost my hearing completely. Then time like a supernova leapt forward-snap-place-kick-SCORE!!!

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We all just roared and roared and roared. What little voice was left made a loud honking sound. Complete strangers exchanged hugs and not a dry eye around. Not one dry eye-we all wept not just for this glorious team but for all the Saint’s teams that struggled so hard through the last 42 years of ignominy. For all the fans that froze in Tulane stadium and all who made so many games in the dome only to leave this world before seeing this. For all the coaches who ended careers dashed against the wall that some thought would never come down. For the old sportscasters like Hap Glaudi and Buddy D.

Ecstasy would be too weak an image. Absolute unbridled brilliance might come closer. But you know that part. That same shocked relieved boundless joy happened everywhere any citizen of the Who Dat Nation was watching.

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The rest was a warm surreal afterglow. Confetti, music, continued cheers and hugs. How awesome was it that Deuce got to do the presentation. (I later heard Terry Bradshaw was supposed to do it but lost his voice yelling for the Saints). We saw our gladiators hoist the trophy. Most of that lucky contingent stayed for at least the first victory lap before the trickle to leave started. With Monday morning duties waiting we decided it was time to make our break. The scene outside the dome was the same. The streets were full of ecstatic fans and the walk back felt like gravity had been turned down 2 notches. We reached our car quickly and got within feet of the street before things jammed up-but it was a happy jam. Several folks that walked through the gap I left between us and the car in front waved and shouted happily-thanks man!-as if I had done them a favor by not running over them. And getting into the flow of traffic was a little funny-want to get in-sure come on-“the sun is shinin’ down on me and it’s here to stay….” 10 minutes later we were on the interstate and once again had a smooth ride home. 90 minutes wasn’t long enough to burn off the adrenaline so we flipped to all the local channels seeing the post game interviews, scenes from the French Quarter and general happy mayhem.



I know fans everywhere love their teams and would celebrate well a victory such as this. But this was truly a little different. Our state has not had a lot to be proud of. Folks from around here know the value of our people and resources, how fun loving and generous and hardworking most of us are. But we get the national news too. We have been on the bottom of every good list and the top of every bad one. We get an occasional reprieve from poor old Mississippi or Arkansas but 49th isn’t exactly a boost to the self esteem. We’ve been embarrassed by corrupt politicians who flaunted their shenanigans. And we were decimated by Katrina. You might have hoped FEMA would have been quicker to help after the storm but imagine how you would feel if despite that, you had to see so many people suffering and then turn on the TV (at your friends house who had a generator) and see our leaders decompensating and blaming each other, hoodlums shooting at rescue helicopters and policemen stealing designer shoes from the mall. It was ugly and it felt ugly and it seemed like the misery would never end. But in the middle of all that, Sean Payton and Drew Brees and a host of dedicated players and coaches moved to New Orleans, took a leap of faith and promised us something special. The community has been unwavering since and the Saint’s have answered with complete commitment. These guys live in our towns and eat at our restaurants and go to our churches and serve our charities with passion. And that makes us proud. And winning the NFC Championship gave us that something special. And that makes us proud too. Bless You Boys!

[Squeebee]

Wow - I've never seen you so verbose! I'll have to catch up later... running to the pharmacy now.

[JoSmiley]

Wow! You make it sound so fun to be there! Glad you guys had a good time!

[Arturo]

Great story Mike. Great story. I\'ve been to many pro football games so I can totally visualize everything.....but I\'ve never been to something like that. That was something special......and wow....you got to be in that number. And your wife was the best pick.......you\'ll always have that day now.

I can get the pics to paste in for ya....or you can try again. Your link should look like
[ img ] http://www.photobucket.com/picture1234.jpg [ /img ] No spaces of course and the link would be whatever your link is.

Here's my favorite stadium picture:

[mikedcabo]

Wow-is that you? Were you like 19?

[Arturo]

Nooo.....it's just some guy using his hand for a visor because he's got his hat on backwards.......Helloooo.....too funny.

I noticed my link demonstration didn't show up before so I fixed it. Is that what you were trying that didn't work?

[mikedcabo]

Duh-on the picture

On my photos-I didn't have them uploaded anywhere-but thanks for the info.

[JoSmiley]

Well ya gotta upload them first silly!
Do you need help uploading or do you have a place? I've got a photobucket i can put them on for you if you want.

So...what does everyone like for snacking on during Superbowl? Any special faves? We're getting together a group to watch tomorrow and I'm trying to think what to make and bring...I don't usually do this stuff!

[Arturo]

-Potato chips / dip
-Corn chips / salsa and guacamole
-Meatballs in a sauce, or something similar, sitting in a crockpot keeping warm
-Veggie tray with sliced carrots, celery and raw broccoli, etc. with some ranch dressing to dip in
-Cossy has a recipe for some little weenies (no jokes please) that wrap in croissants with a honey and brown sugar glaze

Mike I'm sure has some cajun favs he can throw out.