Anybody ready to jump off the bandwagon yet? Anybody ready to pull out their trusty brown paper bags? What about those of you struggling to come up with clever 'same ole Saints' sayings? Are you there? Well, let the Chicks be the first to invite you to hit your head on the Super Dome ramp on your way off the bandwagon and choke on that brown paper bag. You see, this is the type of game that separates the die-hards from the fairweathers. So the question remains...are you in or are you out?
As for us, we're more than in! Yeah, we know. The Saints stunk it up more than the pet cemetery in Michael Vick's doggie graveyard. But you know what? We'd rather they get that out of their systems now than in week 13 when it REALLY counts.
So what happened tonight? Well, there are a couple different answers. Drew Brees conjuring up the ghost of Aaron Brooks didn't help. Reggie Bush developing "hot potatoes/don't sack me" syndrome didn't help. Sean Payton morphing into Jim Haslett on a gutless 4th and inches play didn't help, along with a few other bad calls. And don't even get us started on the defense giving up the big plays. (Yeah, we're talking to you David and McKenzie!) But more importantly, this team fell victim to its own hype. And we say, thank Goodness!!
They've been touted as the class of the NFC all offseason, predicted to win the Super Bowl, and praised for their miraculous turnaround. How could they not feel tempted to go down on themselves just a little come game one? After all, a few analysts predicted they'd beat the Super Bowl champs.
Well you know what, they didn't. In fact, they got that ass tapped. To make matters worse, their poor play persuaded the Chicks to abandon beer and turn to stronger methods of intoxication. But we never changed the channel. We swallowed our bitter pill like men and we're all the wiser for it.
These aren't the same ole Saints. They'll recover from this. They'll take on the Bucs next week and get their groove back in ways not even Stella imagined. The "Earth to Saints" moment has come and gone and they're better for it. This isn't the ending we hoped for or even predicted. But in many ways, it's the ending we needed.
Saints 10 Colts 41. A bitter pill to swallow indeed. But we'll sleep tonight knowing that the rest of the season will be enough to help wash this one down in ways a cold Corona never could.
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Game Day Chick Tip: Get Your Game Face On!
Tonight's the night, The NFL Season Opener: Saints vs Colts! (I think I just had a mini-orgasm!) Just like with the teams, what YOU do tonight will set the tone for the rest of the season. While most of us Chicks have been preparing for this night for weeks, some of you may be feeling a little rusty. Below we help you get up to speed and get your game face on!
*Don't watch countless hours of ESPN countdown coverage. It will only enhance your anxiety. Watch just enough to know who'll you start and sit in fantasy football
*Brush up on game day trash talk material. Gather stats on obvious advantages of your team and disadvantages of the other team and be prepared to whip them out at a moment's notice. Also, study your team's weakness and have a counterpoint for every argument. When all else fails, rely on a cleverly concocted 'yo momma' joke!
*Decide where you're watching the game at least three hours before kickoff. None of this "should we meet at the sports bar...Wait, what about my house?" crap when your team is 20 minutes from running out of the tunnel.
*Don't get too drunk too fast. Pace yourself to two beers an hour pre-game and no more than two a quarter during the game.
*Unless you're trying out for a linebacker opening next spring, go easy on the face stuffing. Stick to just a couple slices of pizza then pop open a bag of carrots to nibble on and satisfy your snack cravings.
