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Seasons change, people change
Its been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change
And it is with those lyrics from a classic Expos song that I kickoff a new beginning here at Gamelive. Having spent much of the previous two years posting and writing at another site, it will take a little getting used to. The transition should be an easy one however, as the focus here will be to primarily offer a fun place to post at, centered around sports and gambling. There will be no free pizzas, but plenty of good looking, fun-loving people to jibber jabber with. OK, maybe were just as miserable and ugly as the rest of you, but hopefully we can all put on a happy face for the sake of a good time.
So there are a couple of weeks until the Super Bowl takes place. Lots of MMA action coming up around the corner. Other than that, a shitload of hoops, which are never kind to me. Dont get me wrong, Ive still been donating to the hardwood cause, but Im also an idiot.
Since its been awhile since Ive written, Id like to talk about my New Orleans trip a couple of weeks ago, and the drinking/partying/gambling shenanigans that ensued. Who dat? Me, dats who!
It was my fifth trip to the Big Easy, and they only get better and better. The food, the people and the music make New Orleans THE place to be. This particular visit saw us step into a giant pile of dumb luck, as it coincided with a Saints home playoff game against the Arizona Cardinals. Man was that town jacked up. But before Saturdays game there was Friday night.
Now every step you take in the Quarter is a gamble. You never know when you could be blindsided by an overzealous street entertainer or have the life sucked out of you by an 18th century vampire. But if you are able to survive the onslaught of spicy Cajun foods and Nola-themed drinks, then chances are you will find yourself at the casino down on Canal St. Id rather take my chances with the vampire than casino table games, but yet there I was. Again. Me dumb.
Bread + Shark Hat + Casino = YAY!
Everything else was a bit of a blur, but I can say that I lost a lot less than I thought I would. 3-Card Poker and Blackjack are no way to make a living, but we had already survived an hour inside a transgender strip club, so I was feeling like I had nothing to lose. Hooray.
Saints gameday. As if this town needed any more excuses to act a fool. Everywhere you went WHO DAT?! WHO DAT!?? WHO DAT!! WHO DAT?! WHO DAT!? The restaurant that we ate lunch at was showing the local news and they spent the entire two hours that we were there interviewing wacko fans. A 60-year old dood in a Shockey jersey doing backflips was the highlight for me. We then ventured out to find the perfect venue to share this experience.
Everything that we came across was either too packed, too expensive or had a bad TV setup. I was becoming uneasy. Thats when we found it. A long bar with free popcorn and a large, somewhat fuzzy big screen. A local lady came in with a covered dish of jambalaya, and offered a plate to everyone. I knew that I was home.
On the very first play of the game, the Cardinals running back broke off a 70-yard TD run. 7-0 Arizona. The exasperated fan next to me asked Who dat? I said Dats Tim Hightower. In the minutes that followed, the collective bar tab of the French Quarter probably increased by about $50K.
Of course there was nothing to worry about as the Saints offense exploded like a red beans and rice filled stomach. You just know that I was all over the 45-14 blowout to allow myself to party in the streets, right? Wrong. I have to be the dumbest guy in the world. Not only did I play Arizona, but I was on the Under as well. As the streets exploded in joyous revelry, I pouted at my retardation for a brief moment. Then I remembered that it was time to party, put on my big boy pants, and hopped around in the rain with all of the other loons that had come pouring out of their watering holes. It was quite a sight.
In a town that still bears the scars of Hurricane Katrina, it is their football team that they are rallying behind. The Superdome was a symbol of such misery for these folks. I recall the damaged roof, and scattered corpses wrapped in sheets. To see this landmark now, as a place that they were proud of, as they danced and hugged in the aisles - it was quite exciting to actually witness it. I can only imagine what it was like there this past weekend when they beat Minnesota. Or just the thought of them possibly beating Indy. Pure bedlam, Im sure.
There you have your mushy dose of Bread. Enough of that sentimental crap. I have a week and a half to come up with a Super Bowl winner. But yea, if I happen to take the Saints, and they happen to win, Ill be just as happy for their rebuilding town as I will for my bottom line. Go us.
At least Savior Dog won some cash
Its been so long since I found you
Yet it seems like yesterday
Seasons change
And it is with those lyrics from a classic Expos song that I kickoff a new beginning here at Gamelive. Having spent much of the previous two years posting and writing at another site, it will take a little getting used to. The transition should be an easy one however, as the focus here will be to primarily offer a fun place to post at, centered around sports and gambling. There will be no free pizzas, but plenty of good looking, fun-loving people to jibber jabber with. OK, maybe were just as miserable and ugly as the rest of you, but hopefully we can all put on a happy face for the sake of a good time.
So there are a couple of weeks until the Super Bowl takes place. Lots of MMA action coming up around the corner. Other than that, a shitload of hoops, which are never kind to me. Dont get me wrong, Ive still been donating to the hardwood cause, but Im also an idiot.
Since its been awhile since Ive written, Id like to talk about my New Orleans trip a couple of weeks ago, and the drinking/partying/gambling shenanigans that ensued. Who dat? Me, dats who!
It was my fifth trip to the Big Easy, and they only get better and better. The food, the people and the music make New Orleans THE place to be. This particular visit saw us step into a giant pile of dumb luck, as it coincided with a Saints home playoff game against the Arizona Cardinals. Man was that town jacked up. But before Saturdays game there was Friday night.
Now every step you take in the Quarter is a gamble. You never know when you could be blindsided by an overzealous street entertainer or have the life sucked out of you by an 18th century vampire. But if you are able to survive the onslaught of spicy Cajun foods and Nola-themed drinks, then chances are you will find yourself at the casino down on Canal St. Id rather take my chances with the vampire than casino table games, but yet there I was. Again. Me dumb.
Bread + Shark Hat + Casino = YAY!
Everything else was a bit of a blur, but I can say that I lost a lot less than I thought I would. 3-Card Poker and Blackjack are no way to make a living, but we had already survived an hour inside a transgender strip club, so I was feeling like I had nothing to lose. Hooray.
Saints gameday. As if this town needed any more excuses to act a fool. Everywhere you went WHO DAT?! WHO DAT!?? WHO DAT!! WHO DAT?! WHO DAT!? The restaurant that we ate lunch at was showing the local news and they spent the entire two hours that we were there interviewing wacko fans. A 60-year old dood in a Shockey jersey doing backflips was the highlight for me. We then ventured out to find the perfect venue to share this experience.
Everything that we came across was either too packed, too expensive or had a bad TV setup. I was becoming uneasy. Thats when we found it. A long bar with free popcorn and a large, somewhat fuzzy big screen. A local lady came in with a covered dish of jambalaya, and offered a plate to everyone. I knew that I was home.
Bread + Too Much Alcohol + Hotel Chair = Oh Oh
On the very first play of the game, the Cardinals running back broke off a 70-yard TD run. 7-0 Arizona. The exasperated fan next to me asked Who dat? I said Dats Tim Hightower. In the minutes that followed, the collective bar tab of the French Quarter probably increased by about $50K.
Of course there was nothing to worry about as the Saints offense exploded like a red beans and rice filled stomach. You just know that I was all over the 45-14 blowout to allow myself to party in the streets, right? Wrong. I have to be the dumbest guy in the world. Not only did I play Arizona, but I was on the Under as well. As the streets exploded in joyous revelry, I pouted at my retardation for a brief moment. Then I remembered that it was time to party, put on my big boy pants, and hopped around in the rain with all of the other loons that had come pouring out of their watering holes. It was quite a sight.
In a town that still bears the scars of Hurricane Katrina, it is their football team that they are rallying behind. The Superdome was a symbol of such misery for these folks. I recall the damaged roof, and scattered corpses wrapped in sheets. To see this landmark now, as a place that they were proud of, as they danced and hugged in the aisles - it was quite exciting to actually witness it. I can only imagine what it was like there this past weekend when they beat Minnesota. Or just the thought of them possibly beating Indy. Pure bedlam, Im sure.
There you have your mushy dose of Bread. Enough of that sentimental crap. I have a week and a half to come up with a Super Bowl winner. But yea, if I happen to take the Saints, and they happen to win, Ill be just as happy for their rebuilding town as I will for my bottom line. Go us.
At least Savior Dog won some cash
