Some advice for New York Giants fans. When hitting the road to follow your favorite crappy team, make sure there are 3-for-1 drink specials in the vicinity. It helps ease the pain.
Now don't go getting all your hopes up for the 32 pictures I took during the weekend. If you're looking for examples of debauchery, there really wasn't much to document. With thousands of Giants football fans, combined with the baseball winter meetings and Tuesday's New Orleans Bowl between North Texas and Memphis, the Big Easy looked mostly like the Big Cockfest.
But we had a good time anyway. Bourbon Street is what it is. The locals let you trash their place as long as you keep paying for it. They'll even pretend your drunken behavior is entertaining and unique compared to thousands of other people doing the same thing there every day.
Highlights:
• A baseball general manager telling me at Harrah's craps table at 5:30 a.m. Monday that they're gonna get Greg Maddux. Out of respect for his privacy, I won't mention the team.
• Moving down to the third row of the Superdome after fans fled during one of the least competitive pro football games in history.
• Singing Proud to Be an American in Pat O'Brien's the night after Saddam was captured. I haven't heard a U-S-A chant like that since I saw Sgt. Slaughter beat the Iron Shiek at Madison Square Garden in the '80s.
Lowlights:
• My roommate giving me an early wake-up call Monday by violently throwing up in the bathroom.
• Having to do a late-night shot of rum after a guy in our group ordered eight of them. Who orders shots of rum? None of us know how we held it down.
• Where were all the white women at? Seriously, it was like a 10-1 ratio of guys-girls down there.
You asked: Where were all the white women at?
I keep telling y'all:
When you go Black, you don't come back.
At least did you look for a Cajun honey down there?
Posted by Eddie at December 16, 2003 6:48 AM