Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Jambalaya Baby!

Vanessa here...

Let me tell you may be cold as a witch's tit in a brass bra here, but all Bostonians care about is the Super Bowl, baby! They've ditched their freshly-purchased Red Sox championship attire to bundle up in their Pats parkas, scarves and hats. The train's full of them...people ready for Sunday's "big game" ('cause you're not allowed to say Super Bowl in any kind of format that isn't directly related to the marketing of the game because NFL owns the phrase...yeah well...Super Bowl, Super Bowl, Super Bowl) and literally jumping on the bandwagon that's already full enough.

Don't get me wrong...I think it's great that the local team is up for the championship...I do. I went to two Red Sox games this past season. I just don't like people who've ignored the sport all season and then all of a sudden, when it's between two teams and the locals are one of them, all of a sudden, they're the biggest fan there ever was. Like this one guy at work...

Rick Churchman. He's a nice guy. Quiet. Shy. Works in customer service. (My buddy Isabella - a.k.a. Griz -- 'cause she loves Grizabella the Glamour Cat from "Cats" -- I digress -- has a crush on him, I think.) Annnnnnnyway. So, Rick's all like "the Pats suck" and "they'll never make the Super Bowl again" all season. Mr. Negative. Pouted like a five year old the week the Dolphins beat hell and four dollars out of them. Now, all of a sudden, Rick's got his Pats gear on full blast and keeps wearing this stupid hat that has "Jambalaya Baby!" written on it. See, when the Pats went to the Super Bowl a couple of years ago in New Orleans, everyone around New England was saying "Jambalaya Baby!" to each other as like this "theme" for the game. It was on bumper stickers and t-shirts...everywhere. I mean, did these people even know what this meant?

"Whooooohoooo...rice dish with meat and seafood, baby!"

Nah...that just doesn't work.

Sorry, I know people are excited, but every time I see it, it makes me shake my head...or crave some good Cajun food.

So, Rick's all jazzed 'cause he won tickets to "the big game." But that was it. The radio station didn't get him a hotel or accommodations, just game tix. Basically, he and his friend started driving to Florida on Monday so they could be there for all of the pre-game activities. Griz gets an e-mail from him a little while ago that there are no hotel rooms to be found in downtown J'ville (duh) and the closest they could get was some town called Lakeland. So, they're either going to sleep in their car or try to hook up with some frat brothers they know from college that rented a house and have some floor space. Man, the things boys will do just to watch a football game. Didn't they know they could watch from the comfort of their home? And if Janet Jackson or anyone else decides to flash a ta-ta again this year, they'll miss.

The kicker is, Rick packed all shorts and t-shirts and stuff, thinking he was escaping the New England weather, but he said it's in the 40's and raining down there. Poor Rick.

Oops...time for a marketing team meeting...must bolt...but Go Pats! (See, still room on the bandwagon for little old me.)

Double Vee


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