Mea Culpa

I was brought up to believe that we must all own up to our mistakes, so I'm writing this to shoulder my share of the blame for the Saints' defeat in last night's preseason game against the Jaguars. Their defensive end Jeremy Mincey made things pretty miserable for us out there. I had the man on my pedicab the night before, and I delivered him to his destination uninjured. And for a measly $20! I promise not to let it happen again.

Dirty Bird riders

I sure am glad that the Saints pulled it out today in overtime against our bitterest rivals, the Atlanta Falcons, (or "the Dirty Birds" as we call them around here). I had a couple of passengers from Atlanta over the course of the last couple of days, and I thoroughly enjoyed talking smack with them.

"I'm going to treat y'all extra good today because I know that Sunday is gonna be a real sad day for y'all!" I told them. Naturally, they gave as good as they got, and it was all in good fun.

I've got some good stories to tell about the last few days adventures when I get a little more time. Stay tuned.