What a night.
What a game.
I wish I could say it was a great game, but...and I hate to admit it--but I couldn't watch most of it. I heard it though. I tried to escape by pacing on the porch. I could still hear it.
I'm so glad it's over. I'm so very glad we won. I'd also like to thank the Philadelphia Eagles for their gracious sportsmanship.
As for my subject line? It is from a quote today's column in the Time's Picayune by Peter Finney:
"That the Saints lost their first game didnít really matter, but there have been so many embarrassments in 40 years that you need either a drink or a shrink to have endured it all."
I have had drinks with shrinks, so I nodded vigorously at this one.
Wandering in the wildnerness for forty years?
(What IS it about that number?)
And as for the remainder of the season, I have only one question:
"Where can I rent a blood pressure machine?"
Wow. And btw? We celebrated our win--in this house--with sparkling water. *cracking up* (I had eaten half a pack of Tums by that time, and anything else but water could have been ugly.)
And nope, no dancing baby today.
I'm too exhausted to even summon up a rooster strut. But okay, maybe just a little bounce.