What’s up, bitches? Have I missed anything? Bet you hoped thought I wasn’t ever coming back, didn’t ya? Ever get tired of being WRONG?

Actually, I’m ashamed to admit how close you were to being right. My own personal Summer Of George has been quite the wild ride, and I’m almost as sad that it’s come to an end as I am stoked about the return of Saints football.

I’m not gonna lie though, it was touch and go there for a while. Once you’ve breathed the crisp air of Pete Finney’s world, it’s hard to come back. You don’t even have to wear a watch! It’s all just "whatever, whenever." It just doesn’t get much more bitchin’ than that. It’s paradise, I tells ya. (un)Fortunately for you though, I just can’t get over how damn sexy I look with the blogging top hat and monocle on. And while I’ve got to tip the aforementioned top hat in the general direction of the guys over at the T-P for continuing to churn out the good stuff all offseason as never before, unfortunately their coverage continues to be woefully lacking in gratuitous profanity and gradeschool humor. Glad to know I still have a niche.  Continue Reading…