Ah böwakawa poussé, poussé (Saints vs. Titans guest commentary)
So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me
Was it really just last year? Seems like so long ago. 2-0, Gleason’s block, all day coverage on all the major sports networks, people were falling in love with the Saints all over again. Hard to believe that was just 364 days ago. And now?
Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, mama.
The Saints are 0-2 and there’s a freaky mix of confusion, denial, desperation and general, all-purpose pissedoffedness surrounding tonight’s game. On message boards, everybody’s talking and no one says a word. Everybody’s making love and no one really cares. There’s Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs. On the field, there’s always something happening and nothing going on. There’s always something cooking but nothing in the pot. They’re reeling down on Airline, so we’ll go with what we’ve got.
But I have a dream today, people. A #9 Dream. A totally hippified, tripped-out, unrealistically-positive dream. A dream that tonight is the night #9 takes this team on his back and ends this little nightmare.
You just know Drew’s gotta be thinking "Christ you know it ain’t easy. You know how hard it can be. The way things are goin’, they’re gonna crucify me."
But dammit Drew, snap out of it already. Who the hell do you think you are? A superstar? Well right you are.
It’s time to spread your wings and fly, don’t let another day go by. It’ll be just like starting over. Starting ovAAAAAAAH (look out!)
That’s my dream today, Drew. It’s on you. Ow! Don’t let me down, don’t let me down (can you dig it?) Don’t let me down, don’t let me down.
Are ya with me, brothers and sisters? If so, let the game commentary flow….
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September 24th, 2007 at 2:43 pm
Does this mean I’m Ringo?
September 24th, 2007 at 2:54 pm
No, but see, no, you know Deke I can’t lie, I think Olonday Mary might be a pousse pousse.
September 24th, 2007 at 4:18 pm
You ain’t in Bucktown, Bobby. You ain’t at me. Kiss my ass.
September 24th, 2007 at 4:23 pm
My attempts to help Richard Nixon get Lennon deported for subversiveness show that I have the Heart Of A Champion™. I would have been a fuckin’ superstar on EE.
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September 24th, 2007 at 4:39 pm
I am the walrus.
** no wait - I ate a walrus.
*** damn I’m hungry
~Largent
September 24th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Yoko?!?!? But she ruined The Plastic Ono Band!!!
September 24th, 2007 at 5:13 pm
Yeah, fuck Yoko. I on the other hand was the most talented member of Wings.
September 24th, 2007 at 7:31 pm
Hey, can any of you guys tell me how to get in touch with Aaron Brooks? Does he still have an agent?
September 24th, 2007 at 8:19 pm
You best be watching your back, Josh Bullocks. And by that I mean make sure some WR isn’t taping a Kick Me sign to it. I’m here for your job.
September 24th, 2007 at 8:33 pm
Please don’t judge the entire Brian Setzer Orchestra by my actions.
September 24th, 2007 at 8:53 pm
Hey, we showed up for exactly 2 downs on that drive! Good thing Eric Moulds can’t catch.
September 24th, 2007 at 9:02 pm
I’m in, bitches!
September 24th, 2007 at 9:05 pm
I’m making ALL KINDS of tackles out there!
September 24th, 2007 at 9:27 pm
Seriously, coach. You might as well just put me at CB.
September 24th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
Holy shit! It’s ME!
September 25th, 2007 at 12:14 am
I quit.
September 25th, 2007 at 9:40 am
uno.) Brad and I just got done eating at Red Lobster
threeve.) whose stupid now, looser puncs?!
September 25th, 2007 at 8:08 pm
This team can all go to hell. I’m done with them.
Again.