I’d Like to be a Football Player

If I haven’t mentioned it before, I love football.  I love real football and fantasy football and on Saturdays, college football.  And I love the Saints the most.

I can’t play football – I don’t know who can – and I only understand half of what is going on, but I love football season and everything that comes along with it.  Part of that is pre-season.  Which until today, I’ve never even thought about.  But I have a friend who offered me tickets to the Saints-Ravens pre-season game and without hesitation I was en route to Baltimore to attend.  It’s not very often a Yankee such as myself gets to watch the Saints live.  The only problem is that the game is today, a Thursday, and the rest of the world isn’t retired.  So, I figured while everyone who I am here to hang out with works, I’ll blog for the first time in 28 days (eeek sorry about that) and see who I can scout out.

It’s funny, because I figured the players would be difficult to spot.  Not. So. Much. While my one friend sits in her office, and my other friend preps for pre-game, I’m sipping a Blue Moon in the hotel lobby which is SWARMING with players.  Massive black men decked out in SAINTS gear from head to toe.  Like visors with box SAINTS letters, sweatshirts that say SAINTS, pants that say SAINTS down each leg.  So much for being discrete.  However, spoiler alert – they aren’t trying to be discrete!  I just watched one of them walk up to a girl,introduce himself, shake her hand and put her number in his phone within seconds of the conversation occurring.  Others are sitting in booths with their wives and kids and friends and family.  Do you know why? Because they can.  “Oh hey, we’re going to a random pre-season game in Baltimore – let’s fly in the entire family, the pets and the in-laws.”  And I don’t even know these players names – imagine being Drew Brees or Mark Ingram.

So here’s what we have concluded:  Being a football player is great.  Your presence commands the room.  If people don’t know who you are, that’s okay!  They will quickly learn since you’re a walking advertising for yourself.  You’re making enough money to spend all of your time with all of your loved ones no matter where you are located.  Your life is actually the coolest.  And you have nerdy blog girls trying to play it cool in her subtle Saints hoodie watching you from the other side of the bar.  I mean that in the least creepy way humanly possible.  And you can tell here that is true!  I haven’t even taken photos yet.  But I’ll also be on the field in a couple of hours so the non-creepy ends here.

On that note…

WHO DAT SAY DEY GON BEAT DEM SAINTS?!?!

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Things are Tight Right Now

What comes along with the territory of not having a job is not having an income.  And that is fine for right now – but as a result I need to make my savings account last.  So I’m trying to keep the mentality that money is tight and I shouldn’t go out as much, I shouldn’t buy clothes right now and Darcy is going to have to cut back on her days at the race track.  But I’m not worried financially.  Things are tight in other places which has me a little more concerned.

When I first left my job I spent a lot of time being super lazy.  Then, to cheer myself up, I went on a binge eating and drinking tour of the deep south.  I spent two full weeks on the following strict diet:

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Po-boys

Crawfish

Pralines

Beignets

Bread

Shrimp n’ Grits

Cheese (with all accouterments) IMG_3265

Oranges

Omelets

Ice Cream

Oysters

Fish tacos

Drinks:

Strawberry Daiquiris (with an extra shot of rum) IMG_3038

Mimosas (normally a bottomless deal was involved)

Wine

Champagne

Abitas

Green Tea

Purple DrAnk (a slushy mix of grape juice, everclear and ice)

Corona, Corona, Corona

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Upon return home I made the silly decision to step on my scale and I saw that my weight had increased by 6 pounds.  So I thought – well that sucks.  But figured it will drop quickly, I’ll just have to cut back on my favorite food groups of cheese and wine and add in spinach or peppers or something in the mean time.

Last night was when I realized how ‘tight’ all things really were.  This dress was always rather form fitting, but last night we hit our breaking point… literally.

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So yea… diet starts now.  Retirement at it’s finest, ladies and gentlemen.

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