Category Archives: football

Fat Tuesday

It’s been too long since I’ve been down in the Big Easy.

I think the recent Super Bowl win by the Saints has amped up my desire to make a return to NOLA.

I’m missing New Orleans. Days like today, Fat Tuesday, make me crave it even more … the food, the music, the beads, the beverages.

Speaking of beverages, I’m not Catholic, but I am giving up something for Lent this year. I’m swearing off sodas. Bye Bye Mountain Dew. See ya later Dr. Pepper. It’s been sweet, but I’m going to eliminate you.

I did this a few years ago and erased Diet Coke from my list of liquids of which I partake. As a matter of fact, it’s now been four years since I swilled a Diet Coke.

Hurricane Katrina has paid a horrible visit to New Orleans since I have. She ravaged it. I hope to make a much more gentle landing in the Crescent City.

I’d love to  feel the heavy air and smell the amazing aromas that waft out of doors and windows of restaurants of both the five-star and the tiny five-table variety.

The music pulses through the humidity moving your feet along the cobblestones and sidewalks, pulling you toward the rhythm. Brass boldly squawking at you. The felt-covered hammers inside the piano striking and making the strings vibrate to match the pumping of the blood through your veins. An accordion wheezing and breathing, yelling more than whispering, urging you to come inside. The city and its music speaks to you.

To put you even more in the spirit of New Orleans, Newscoma called upon Buckwheat Zydeco this morning.

I present to you Dr. John performing “Iko Iko.”

Super Bowl Sunday

It’s Super Bowl Sunday.

Hip hip hurray! It’s a holiday in the Squirrel Queen household.

A day for the best finger foods and snacks of all time. A day for football. A day for creative advertising. A day for comradery. A day for beer!

Unlike many seasons, I’m not rooting against a team, but I will be pulling for one this year.

Peyton and the Colts already have one Super Bowl ring and a Lombardi trophy. Let Drew Brees and the rest of New Orleans celebrate tonight. It would be great to be down on Bourbon Street this evening.

Like the song says, “this aint your daddy’s Saints.”

No matter which team wins today, I’ll be OK with it.

Facebook Flipouts

I never got a MySpace page. I figured I could express my moods  just as well here at ye olde blog.

However, Newscoma finally talked me into getting a Facebook page not too long ago.

It’s ok, but I don’t put too much personal stuff up over there. I don’t shoot people with water guns and I haven’t joined a mafia. I don’t plant flowers or send flair. I just keep up with people in my community.

Atlanta Falcons offensive lineman Quinn Ojinnaka may want to think about backing down on the amount of time and personal stuff he puts on Facebook. The NFL player was arrested and charged with simple battery after he and his wife got into a brawl when she discovered he was talking with another woman on Facebook.

He claims she stabbed him with a pen.

If she’d used the Mil-Tac Tactical Defense Pen, he might not have been able to throw her down the stairs and then she could have used it to sign all the police paperwork.

Rumors of the Squirrel Queen’s Demise …

I know, I know.

It’s been a long time since I’ve paid much or any attention to these digs, but I’m back.

Like the great Mark Twain said,  “Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.”

Between basketball season and my recovery from basketball season, the arrival of 10 puppies, a trip to the reunion of the original Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, enduring a viewing of “Twilight” and just taking a general mental break, I vow to bring you links to more stupid crap on the Internet on a consistent and regular basis.

That’s my promise to you – all 4 of you loyal readers out there.

More goofy junk from the www via the Squirrel Queen.

Thanks for stopping by and please come back again.

Bruce Springsteen’s Super Crotch

Sure, it was a memorable Super Bowl, that No. 43.

Santonio Holmes’ toes and Big Ben’s arm turned Arizona ecstacy into Cardinal crying in the final seconds.

I think it was all karmic payback to Kurt Warner. Remember 10 years ago, his Rams made a defensive stop on the gut-wrenching last play of the game to keep the Titans from winning it all. Take that Kurt!

But for me, likely the most memorable moment has to be getting up close and personal with the Boss’ crotch. Bruce Sprintsteen’s rock star knee slide gone out of control is probably giving one camera man nightmares for the next 10 years.

Also, was he wearing a cup? Because he never flinched. Bruce’s balls of steel.

Oh yeah, I forgot. The show must go on.

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Super Bowl Commercials 2009

Edited to add: Here are all the Super Bowl 2009 commercials.

We all know frequently the best part of the Super Bowl is the commercials (except for last year’s game = great catch > Patriots undefeated one-loss season).

For those of you who can’t wait until kickoff, here’s a sampling of some of the ads that will be aired during the big game.

The Career Builder 2009 Super Bowl ad is one of my favorites that has been released early.

Baltimore Raven Ray Lewis doing ballet is also a bit out there in the Sobe Super Bowl 2009 ad.

Pedigree’s Super Bowl 2009 ad pushing their pet adoption program is also entertaining. Of course, in the spirit of clarity, I am a dog person.

Audi’s 2009 Super Bowl commercial has action star Jason Statham (one of Newscoma‘s favorites).

Of course I still love the commercial from the 2008 Super Bowl with the screaming squirrel.

Feel Good Friday – Candy Man

I have to give the marketing guys at Nike credit for putting great music beds under their television commercials.

Back in the summer, they used “List of Demands” by Saul Williams for an ad featuring Ladanian Tomlinson. I couldn’t hear it enough.

Now they’re running a pretty stylish black-and-white ad featuring LeBron James. I like the music bed for that one too.

It’s Candy Man by Cornershop – the group that had the poppy “Brimful of Asha” tune a few years ago.

Here’s the full Candy Man tune.

And if you’re suddenly thinking of the original “Candy Man”  here’s Sammy Davis, Jr. baby below for you.

As for the other versions of Candy Man, we’ll get to Christina Aguilera and the chocolatier from the original “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory” on another day.