Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Day five: XXXI

Not only did no one in the bar besides me and T-Bone come to the defense of 66, who was being thrown out of the dump, no one inside or out on Bourbon Street even recognized him.

I like to think that baby Jesus or Santa's elves or somebody with some clout saw what we did with Ray that night and that it had an impact on the game itself.

Any current or former Packers expecting to be in need of a helping hand on Saturday night, please call my cell.

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