Tailgating.

I didn't really have any idea that we'd be caught up in a mail storm of Saint's Fever while here in New Orleans.  I couldn't care less about sports, to be sure.  I only sort of get into Women's Beach Volleyball during the Summer Olympics but that's because I can't stop staring at their bikini butt wedgies.  Hello...?  I know I'm not the only one.

*Image stolen from sulekha.com

Anyways, (and this blog post doesn't begin to touch on Saints' Fever) we have tailgating parties outside our balcony on Decatur.  They set up a plasma screen TV on the outside of one of our neighborhood businesses and people come on by to watch and be noisy.  I'm dying to attend the next one.  Unfortunately we had plans to go to dinner with our bosses that night so we couldn't make the festivities.

This is the Superdome where the Saints play.  My office is less than a block away.  On game days we have to purposely go home early to avoid the crazy traffic it causes.

You should have seen this dude celebrate when that guy scored a really long touchdown during the Green Bay game.  He ran throughout the whole restaurant, dancing, arms in the air.

I didn't get that on tape, but here he is being kooky:





Anyway, it's hard not to get caught up in all of it.  I have decided to cheat on the Volleyball Butts to get into Football Butts momentarily.

*photo stolen from http://fansedgeblog.com/