Oh mes amis, this is the big one. The weekend to end all weekends. Yes, The Saints, are in the you-know-what(check the count down to the you-know-what ticker above). I can't say the name of the you-know-what, not for legal reasons, but for the more important jinx factor. It's just one of many rituals that I abide by during big games. Michael Jordan has me to thank for his six rings, especially his last one in Utah. I did everything but stand on my head throughout that entire series. But that was only practice/training for this weekend, the weekend I thought would never ever come. The Saints are playing in the you-know-what!
Now, that would be enough to cause a mild to severe case of anxiety. Maybe a small heart attack or series mini-strokes (shake it off! the Saints are in the you-know-what!) but your boy also picked this weekend to play his first solo show...ever in his miserable little life. That's right, on the eve of the you-know-what, I'll be opening the bill for John Cleary at the Blue Moon. My long time friend/cousin/collaborator Will Golden finally had to put an end to his brutal Houston to Lafayette commute. If you've ever had the pleasure, you know that drive is a killer. Really, its the section from Lake Charles to Winnie, that literally sucks your soul right out of your body. Anyway, Will was gracious enough to allow me to continue Sam Rey on my lonesome. Have no idea if I can pull it off, but I'll give it my best shot starting Saturday.
You-know-what weekend has started....and it's raining Black and Gold! Go Saints Go!