The In-Person Analysis 2

Another game, another story.

It's a little different to post a diary like this after a loss, and just like last time I won't be doing too much analysis.

Like Terry said, this was a playoff atmosphere.  I met as many people from Texas as I did from Boston.  It was insane, within 5 miles of the stadium the atmosphere was electric.  It seemed as though even the scalpers had a pep in their step (and why not, what with the scalped seats going for $300 a pop?)  People were screaming from their cars, and trash talking was exchanged between all rival vehicles.

Unfortunatly, I had no ticket.  So, at 8:00 AM, a friend and I sought out a man on Craig's List to provide us with 6 incredible tickets on the 30 yard line.  It was too good to be true, his post read: "Unable to attend game, would like to give these tickets to a good Cowboy's fan for a reasonable price."

So as visions of Super Bowls danced through our heads, we went to East Dallas to meet him.  As soon as I got there, he shook my hand eagerly, smiled, and began to explain how great of a person he was for doing this.  I thanked him and was ready to put him on the short list of Saints in my life, until I saw the tickets.  These things were the most fradulent and poor excuses for a ticket I had ever seen.  Photocopies of actual tickets, all with the same barcode, not perferated, and with bleeding ink.

I balled my fist up and prepared to lay a Leonard Davis size thrashing on him, but instead, I kindly said "these are fake, and you are a terrible person"

Despair and frustration

It felt like the Dave Campo era all over again.

How was I supposed to find a way to get to the game?

Our plan was to find someone with extras and beg them for tickets.  As sad as it seems, it works sometimes!  Luckily, my compadre had purchased a red parking pass so we wouldn't have to make as long of a walk this time.

With about 30 minutes till kickoff I was screaming for extras from someone.  Anyone.  Little kids.  Grandmas.  Drunk guys.  Sober Guys.  Guys in Portapotties.  Guys that had already told me no.  It didn't matter, I had to get in.

And then as I stood in an empty roadway, or so it seemed, I was hit by a some floozy riding a stolen moped.  Hit me right on the elbow.  A police officer followed him and had no time for me to complain.  As I stood in pain, a group of guys approached and said "wow are you ok? Should we get some help over here?"  I thought, "what would Emmitt do?" and I simply said "No medical help, just get me in that game"  It was if the Mad Mopeder had been sent from above to create sympathy for me, because these guys had an extra!

$160 later I was in the game for a bargain price in the lower level. I thought for a second that this was a sign, and that I was supposed to be there for a win.

ugh......

You guys know the rest, but here are my random thoughts:

Brady is good.

I hate Mike Carey the referee.  He is the worst official in the game today. Ugh.

Getting started early in the game on offense would be nice.

I tested out The Beer Belly at the game.  Don't know what it is? Check it out: www.thebeerbelly.com

Cowboys fans gave up almost immeadiatly after that field goal on 4th and 5.

3rd down is the worst time to take a mental break on defense. (duh)

I'd like to see Miles Austin run a kick back soon.

I still don't see another team that will get in our way in the NFC.

Well that's it for this post.  Enjoy your week, and I'll see you after the next game.