A day late, but for Dana, -t, and anyone else who bleeds black and gold, with apologies to Sweet William.

Once more unto the breach dear friends, once more
Or close up the wall with our defensive line.
In spring there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility
But in the blast of winter and football season begins
Then imitate the action of the tiger
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood
Disguise fair nature with hard favour'd rage
Lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let it pry through the facemask.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide
Holld hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height.
On, on you noblest Saints
whose blood runs black and gold.
Saints that, like so many McAlisters,
Have in the Dome from morn till even fought
And broke hard to the end zone for lack of defense.
Dishonor not your fans, now attest
That the Dome which is your home did beget you.
And you, good Colston,
Whose limbs were made at Hofstra, show us here
the mettle of your hands; let us swear
that you are worth any first round draft pick, which I doubt not.
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot.
Follow your spirit and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Huey, New Orleans and the Saints!'

I have St. Crispin's reworked for the bowl. I'd post it, but I don't want to jinx.

And now I go back to look at pictures of pretty, pretty Matilda.

Aww. Matilda's so cute! I especially love the pink one. And now I have XTC's "Pink Thing" stuck in my head!

'God for Huey, New Orleans and the Saints!'

t cheers

I actually dreamed about the game this morning. The Saints were doing very well, unsurprisingly.

Good stuff, Daisy. May I share it with fellow fans?

I'm all jittery for the these last few hours, I wish the game would get afoot already.

Of course you can.

I'm alternating between watching the countdown on ESPN and hopping up and down for no reason. Also have gameday tourett's. I should take a shower and get ready to go.

Timelies all!

Depending on what forecast I look at, we may get some snow this afternoon/evening. Oh. Joy. There probably won't be enough to shovel, but it will increase the idiot driver contingent(which is plenty high, thank you) by a factor of two...

Also have gameday tourett's

Heh, that's an excellent description.

Oh, hey, I have a topical craft project I can keep myself busy with! Sweet.

Theatre is a public, shared experience, and one never quite lets go of present reality enough to not be aware of other audience members and their reactions.

Hmm. I'm not sure that's what is going on for me, though. I suspect it has more to do with the theatrical performance being real people sharing air with me in an immediate way. There's no fourth wall between me and them, not the way there is on a television, where I can pause it or turn it off and go away. In a sense, I'm trapped in the theater. (About ten people left the show during the intermission, which is too bad, because there was a small amount of hope woven into the final act. Not a lot, because see above re: McDonough.)

Off to the game! GO SAINTS!!!!

SNOW! We have SNOW. Nearly two inches in about four hours. It's pretty.

Us, too. Though we're predicted to get freezing rain later, which should be tons of fun on top of the unplowed streets.