This is my first post on my first ever published blog, and I will admit that I have no idea what I'm doing. This should be loads of fun for me and for you. Yeah, oodles even. Okay, so the point of my ramblings on this site will be mostly geared towards fun-hearted, but serious jib-jab about New Orleans Saints football. For your convenience, I will include some information about the Chicago Cubs--yeah, I'm somewhat deeply scorched to be an avid follower...scratch that...avid woodenheaded follower of these two storied sports franchises. In fact, many folks would agree that I belong in a home somwhere chasing winged pink elephants and daydreaming about the good ole days when Uncle Ned would rub my belly and whisper sweet nothings in my rear...wha?
Seriously, this blog will mostly revolve around all that is Sainthood and Who Datedness...or something. I hope that we can all get along here. This blog will strictly be my opinion on what happens in Who Dat Nation, sprinkled with a little humor (we hope, right?) and a dash of crazy. You've been warned.
A little bit about my crazy self....I was born in the beautiful metropolous of Thibodaux, Louisiana. I grew up on sports like Chinese kids grow up on rice...or something to that effect. Every afternoon was a sporting event. Football, baseball, or basketball. So, I eventually grew to idolize the Saints, thanks in part to their crack-like addiction to being all things futile. I'm just going on past record here, folks. Okay, so I love the Saints. My grandfather routinely watched the Saints and he had to have me by his side. So, I was hooked...my grandfather gave me the heroine-like affinity ($10 word of the day, right there) for Saints football...thanks, Paw.
So, let me welcome you...to the blog that is haunted by this chucklehead's grandfathers....and to the Death Dome. Let's hope that the Superdome becomes laced with the demented afterthoughts that are the opponents of the Saints. They will always remember...The Dome is Haunted.