It is Iggle weekend
The biggest weekend of the NFL season (next to Superbowl but one step at a time). No wonder January 24th is the most depressing day (and I do hope it is real depressing in Atlanta Monday am) of the year.
I have paid homage to the playoff gods. Proper sacrifices of cold beer and chips have been acquired for the Sunday am sacrificial service. I am prepared not to watch if they seem to do better without me, I will not be wearing any Iggle gear (but if it appears that they need me to put it on, it is ready to go). I really really really want to be doing the Happy Dance come 4 pm est (wearing my Iggle wardrobe at that point).
GO IGGLES!
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My godfather is Morton Anderson. As soon as he hightailed it to Minnesota... I stopped watching Falcon Football. PLUS, I'm a Saints fan.
*makes donations to the football gods with you*
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I am not familiar with Morton Anderson (must google him). Does he still play?
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Anyways, long story cut short... my parents made him my godfather. His parents gave me a really expensive amber heart from North Sea. He got mad at my dad for asking him to repay the money he borrowed... they're not friends anymore... but he's still my godfather. Therefore, I couldn't get myself any tickets if I tried.
Sad story about how becoming famous makes you a jerk. No offense taken.
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Three years ago, when it was an away game, we watched it with our pal who has season tickets. So, the last two years he was at the games, and that wasn't an option.
6 hours 15 minutes to game time, and it's still snowing...
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We went to a bar last year, won't be doing that this year.
Be prepared to change plans if current situations are not working. Last year, when they were 3rd and 26? I ran and got the Iggle's jammies on and they won that game. Wore the jerseys out (with jammie bottoms and turtlenecks) and they lost big time.