Well, I would if I could. In the meantime, I just would be happy to march in with the Super Bowl XLIV Champs … the New Orleans Saints. Sweet Breesus, I love the sound of that.
We are traveling in the footsteps
Of those who’ve gone before
But we’ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)
On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)
Peyton Manning, after living a full life, died and went to heaven. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colts flag in the window. “This house is yours for eternity, Peyton,” said God. “This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here.”
Peyton felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house.
On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a black and gold sidewalk, a 50-foot tall flagpole with an enormous Saints logo flag, and in every window, a New Orleans Saints towel.
Peyton looked at God and said, “God, I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question.
I was an all-pro QB, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame.”
God said, “So, what’s your point Peyton?”
“Well, why does Drew Brees get a better house than me?”
God chuckled and said, “Peyton, that’s not Drew’s house, it’s mine.”
If you are a long-time reader and/or stalk my archives, you know that I once had a regular series of posts called Two Truths and a Lie. Since it’s been a while, you know you wanna play. Often times I make these about work, and this week was incredibly stressful. Which one is the lie?
1. The front of the House of Horrors was shot up, and the entire side of the building was tagged in profane graffiti about yours truly.
2. Two female employees pummeled each other in the teacher’s lounge during lunch.
3. There was an attempted kidnapping/assault of a female student before school.
I repeat: two of these are truths. And, you wonder why I am a wineaux.
1. I pledge allegiance to The Saints, and to the great city of New Orleans; and to The Super Bowl, for which we will win; One city, below sea level, under God; with Mardi Gras & alcohol for all!
2. Notice to my boss: If the Saints win, I’m not coming in on Monday.
