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Showing posts with label Lombardi Gras. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lombardi Gras. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2014

The day Garrett Hartley broke the Muses shoe

Four years ago yesterday.

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If you were at Lombardi Gras.. and judging by the size of the crowd... you probably were, you got to see a once-in-a-lifetime event.  The Saints might win another Superbowl some day. But they'll never win their first one again. If you were in any of these 87 rows of spectators, you got a small piece of that.

Crowd on Carondelet

Lombardi Gras Night

It was a neat thing to have seen.. or not seen particularly well, as the case may have been.  But my favorite Lombardi Gras moment didn't even occur during this parade.  It happened a few weeks later during Orpheus when celebrity grand marshal Sean Payton (Saints players and coaches appeared in several parades that year) got down off of his float carrying the trophy and ran around in the crowd letting people touch it.    Maybe that sort of thing happens in other cities' victory parades. It's hard to imagine it, though.

Anyway, fun times.

Amen

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I really was determined not to worry about blogging for a few days

But shit like this keeps coming up. I found these Fleur de Ham steaks at Rouses after the Lombardi Gras parade last night.

Fleur de Ham

I don't know why I didn't buy them. I'm sure they must be the most delicious cut of meat ever devised by man.

The Saints parade was nuts. Crowd was like three Endymions deep. Coach Soupy was.. um... hamming it up big time with the trophy atop the Smokey Mary float. I caught some beads from Gumbo. I saw Thomas Morstead riding in the giant Muses shoe. This is all the stuff of fever dreams brought to life. I got a few pics but haven't uploaded them all yet.

Here's a shot of the crowd I took with my phone.

Lombardi Gras Night

More later.