Today the Saints play Houston… wonderful, good…I hope Houston goes down in flames and New Orleans rides Drew Brees and my newest most favorite player, Mark Ingram to a good ol’ fashioned square dance stomping. Sure, Houston isn’t as bad as Atlanta (Matt Ryan makes my skin crawl) but hey, Houston has plenty of suckitude to offer, consider the following gift that infernal city gave to this country:
That’s right, Kenny Rogers, the gambler, know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to walk away, know when to run…yeah, wanna know how I know the lyrics to that song? My mother. She listened to Kenny Rogers all the time when I was growing up which means I listened to Kenny Rogers all the time when I was growing up, and Kenny Rogers grew up in Houston.
Personally, I blame the city.
Even now, I can picture Kenny on Solid Gold either co-hosting or doing another damned duet with Marilyn McCoo, or maybe another sit through of those horrible Gambler movies, or the Muppet Show. Kenny Rogers even saw fit to invade the Muppet Show… Nobody should have to live with these kinds of images stuck forever in their head, and that was before all the liposuctions and other plastic surgeries that have left him looking like your typical wealthy celebrity freak show.
Houston did this.
Houston did this to me.
I have to live with it, yes, but the Saints sure can make it a little better, if only for one day…
Enjoy the game…