This is primarily a Tulane football blog, although I do occasionally comment on all matters Tulane that may or may not be any of my business. I love following Tulane Greenwave football, zing-zang Bloody Marys, hostessing cute tailgating parties, and life in New Orleans. It's fabulous. oh and I adore Mr. Hullabaloo. PS This blog is not affiliated in any way "officially" with Tulane University or Tulane Athletics. It is purely the crazy antics and obsessions of Mr. and Mrs. Hullabaloo who love them some greenwave (I say tee-ay (!) y'all).

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Time to Getchur Sip On

So it's been forever, I know. For all you lurkers, you may view a photo summary of my daily "Greenwave Goings On" via my instagram. But for those of you who've been patiently waiting... here it is, my latest update - dispatched to you straight from Chateau Hullabaloo!

This past weekend Doctor Hullabaloo and my club of the Funnest Gals in Greenwave Nation TM had our inaugural "Champagne & Shopping Night" at Campus Connection just in time for our inaugural season at Yulfogelmevlin.

It was SO much fun. What a hoot.

So many cute things, it was hard to decide....

Several of us had these cute monogramed shirts made.

And lucky you I even have a recipe to share below, care of a Campus Connection worker bee who gave us this fab tip on what to do with our leftover Verdi Spumanti.

Verdi Spumanti Punch
(or more cleverly know as, The Campus Concoction)
Large Bottle of Verdi Spumanti
One orange (pref blood orange)
3-4 limes
Half a cucumber

Chop up into slices and toss into a drink dispenser, cover with the Verdi. Seal and refrigerate overnight. With any leftover (ha ha, yeah rite!) just strain out the fruit and you can save the verdi punch as long as you can stand it!

Anyways, Coach Hullabaloo and I continue to add entries to our ledger of egregious sins as the worst Tulane fans ever.....

Well, first of all we laughted ourselves silly when it stormed in like biblical proportions when Schott Cowen scheduled his parade for hisself (like omg ha!) and then it had to be cancelled. Awww, quelle dommage!

And then to further highlight our cynical mood, we decided before the baseball season this past spring to not renew our pair of season tickets and instead only purchased one seat. And we were so glad that we did because between Lightgate TM and erratic weather, Tulane changed the dates and times of more games than I can even recall. The changes caused me to be unable to attend a ton of games and Coach Hullabaloo only attended a grand total of 6 games. Moreover, there are some games that I wished I could have unwatched. Mercy, there was some Major Sad Face moments.

At the beginning of the baseball season when we showed a flicker of promise, I was l-o-v-i-n-g the 1-2 punch of Alemais and Carthon in the lineup. But I don't need to rehash for you what ensued when the season got away from us, lawd have mercy. Major Season Silver Lining though: we beat the corndogs in our house, and it was SO much fun to taunt them out in the interwebs afterwards! And then they got knocked out by the Houston Cooters in their own regional. Lulz!

Anyways, we are sad that Coach Jones season and career ended so unceremoniously, and yet at the same time I am VERY excited to welcome Coach Pierce. Sweet Baby Jesus, thank you for whatever we did to deserve his attention! I have even been talking up Coach Pierce to one of my sorority sisters whom I'll call Divine. Divine has 4 little boys and several of them are showing major promise as 2 way hitters or pitchers, and combinations thereof. I just love keeping things in the family.

So if you haven't heard... Fergie Field is coming together. They are still renumbering seats, the hashtag #letsmakewaves on the parking lot wall is typo'd for the world to see, and as of the writing of this blog post we are still unsure about what our tailgating situation will be exactly, BUT I did come up with our themes and so all I need is real estate in an area that is away from the greedy hands of the chirrens of campus so they don't pilfer our food and bevs.

Please note, all of this is subject to change if we play at 11am*

Coach Hullabaloo and I had us some chuckles when they announced the opening game in "eastern" time. Because 4pm eastern sounds so much better than 3pm in the throes of Louisiana heat. How about 8pm London time! It's bound to be a night game somewhere right? ha ha!

Sat Sept 6 Georgia Tech: Peaches&SweetTea. Vidalia onion dip with Sweet Potato Terra chips. Pimento cheese deviled eggs. Arnold palmer jello shots. Peanut hummus. Sweet potato salad. Peach glazed chicken wings. Jefferson Davis pie. Watermelon+Corn salad.

Sat Sept 13 v. SELU: Strawberryganza. Strawberry avocado salsa. Salad with pecans and strawberry vinaigrette. Mini muffalettas. Macque choux. Meat pies with canes dipping sauce. Bloody Mary deviled eggs.

Sat Oct 11 v. UConn: Mystic Pizza. Calzones, flatbread with pizza dip, nutmeg cake, traditional hoagie salad, johnny appleseed bars, clam chowder, cheeseburger sliders.

Fri Oct 31 v. Cincy: Cinncinnati chili mac and trimmings

Sat Nov 15 v. Memphis: Elvis! (Homecoming) fried chicken, ribs, peanut butter and banana blondies, bourbon bacon jam, golden cadillac mac+cheese

Sat Dec 6 v. Temple: Amish Mafia - Ham or Ham salad sandwiches on sour cream rolls, amish potato salad, shoefly pie

See you at Fergie Field!

bottoms up! no alcohol was harmed in this demonstration because this is an empty bottle of what had been sparkling grape juice. so for all you looking at me sideways, chillax.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Any excuse to tablescape

Nothing like living in the middle of the biggest free party in the world.

Much to the relief of some in the Greenwave community, I'm on hiatus from athletics-related activities this weekend to enjoy the gras with Coach Hullabaloo and my family. I am glad I did because apparently we didn't bunt in the 9th inning of the first game against Sacred Heart and dropped the third game in the series, so a meltdown has ensued.

This is the first Mardi Gras in a very long while that Tulane has had multiple float representation (other than TUMB) in any of the parades since Riptide had his own royalty float in Endymion back after the undefeated season. Tulane was in Cleopatra and in Morpheus. Plus my friend Tyrone Power says that his float for the St. Patrick's Parade is going to be Tulane themed as well.

My girl whom I'll call Barbarella rides in Cleopatra and she gave me this TU decorated margarita glass. Glasses were their signature throws. I loved that.

So in the spirit of Mardi Gras, I had to share with the wider world some of my cute parade tablescaping. Mardi Gras tailgating is the most difficult place in the world to do so unless you are fortunate enough to have a private home on the parade route.

Coach Hullabaloo and I took up some free sidewalk real estate, packed a grill and I just had room for my one little table, but I did the best I could.

What do you think?

I found the fleur de lis flag at Wal-Mart and the runner I tossed on top was fabric I picked up and have been hoarding for an appropriate mardi gras opportunity.

I actually liked the idea of re-using old Mardi Gras cups and koozies. You know how obsessed I am with koozies and drinkware, so I am a mardi gras bandit when it comes to koozies thrown from floats. They are my favorite throws. So I like the idea of having various koozies from the various parade krewes.

I also polished off some drink cups I had made for some of Coach Hullabaloo's mardi gras themed birthday parties (He's a february birthday, so he's been lucky enough to have a double whammy some years). And then the queen of olive and blue tailgating here has ample green tableware. You'll notice I had to keep the purple to an absolute minimum.

I love adding these waffle towels from Monogram Express, it's such an easy way to perk up a table. And I find arranging stuff inside a catch all bucket is essential on windy days. And then finish up the little vignette with a couple of sparkly mardi gras tiaras and ta da, you can take a bow.

My original idea was to serve my favorite gluten-free kingcake from Peacebaker, along with my favorite real kingcake that is from Hi Do Bakery (the best in New Orleans. Hands down). However, this crazy thing called gravity happens when you leave a box on top of a car while packing the trunk - eventually somewhere along your route said box will fly off the roof of the car. It's crazy how that happens.

So that's how we ended up with just the gluten free Peacebaker king cake. Which I think was the universe's way of saying I didn't need to cheat and that lent is imminent.

One thing that I love about being a tailgating maven is that I am getting really good at tossing together quick and simple outdoor menus. Last night after the last parade we raced through a Rouse's before they closed, I took a cue from Sandra Lee's semi-home made and picked up stuff for some cheater cheater chicken salad and some cheater cheater cole slaw. Some turkey sausages to toss on the grill with some bell peppers and onions, a pack of rolls, a few bags of healthy-ish chips (yeah, but the Zapps), with a tub of hummus, and I was done at the grocery.

The idea behind the cheater cheater chicken salad is that when you are being lazy and can't cook some fresh chicken from scratch (which really you should because the taste is so much better), you can just glam up store bought chicken salad from the deli section at the store with a few key ingredients.

Cheater Cheater Chicken Salad
a container of store bought chicken salad (I prefer Robért's, but Rouse's was ok)
handful red seedless grapes (or dried cranberries, yum either way), chopped
couple stalks of green onions, chopped
handful chopped walnuts or pecans

Wash and chop the grapes and green onions, chop the pecans and mix thoroughly in the storebought chicken salad. Voila, a riff off of Sonoma Chicken Salad. Using this thought you could throw caution to the wind and instead do a curry chicken salad version by tossing in some curry powder, a small dollop of chutney, green onions, raisins or apples, and cashews.

Cheater Cheater Coleslaw
a package of precut coleslaw (I used the asian version that had kale and broccoli along with cabbage)
couple stalks of green onions, chopped
handful curly parsley (leaves), chopped
mayo, what you like to add
sour cream, smidge
vinegar, smidge
honey mustard, smidge
SUGAR, to taste
salt and pepper, to taste

I love, love, the cole slaw from Houston's so this is their copycat verison. I do the sauce first and get the portions to the taste that I like and then I add it little by little to the veg. In lieu of ruining the veg with a mishap.

So to all my Greenies out there in the world: HAPPY MARDI GRAS! You're a fan of the best college in the world, because like everywhere else it's just a random weekend in March. How sad for everywhere else, right?

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Laughing is fun! Who knew?

It has been so much fun to belly laugh the past few days.

We just got back from Thibodaux, and I don't really care that we only won 1-0. And I don't really want to think about how we went a zillion innings with a goose egg before finally scoring right now. I'll have time to think about having a close game with Nicholls some other time in the far way future.

Me and my peeps and Coach Hullabaloo (who made a rare cameo at a mid week game) trekked over the bridge and down Highway 90 to Thibovegas to avenge our embarassment from last year at Didier Field.

We stopped for dinner at Bubbas. I don't know exactly which Bubbas it was because that whole Bubbas thing is just confusion. Bubbas II, Bubbas on the Bayou - whatever. But seriously, Bubbas has got to be the most expensive fried seafood in the history of man. $75 for food served on trays, served with plastic forks and lemon juice packets!! It was like a robbery hold up, but in reverse. In my opinion of good seafod eatin', Bubbas ain't got nothing, nothing on Drago's.

We sat at the game with our favorite Tulane friend, Lil General, and her husband, Mr. Lil General. They live in Thibodaux. They are so sweet and came to sit with us a spell at Bubbas before the game too.

Mr. Lil General was throwing out the funnies left and right (har har). I say left and right like that because there were some very annoying Kappa Sigmas who were cheerleading the game and one of their go to cat calls was the "left right left right" chant when our Greenwave players walked off the field. It was uber annoying.

Here are the Kappa Sigs when they thought they could sit on top of the Tulane dugout. They snapped this just moments before they got kicked off and sent away by security.


Afterwards the Kappa Sigs set up like railbirds in front of the fence along first base bleachers and continued their annoying cheers. The one that was actually kind of funny was that they would all go "WHOO!" in unison each time that Rankin does his famous wind up high kick that he does. (We looove you Daniel! We wouldn't change a thing about your baseball habits! It's cute!)

photo from David Grunfeld, Times Pic

Afterwards they all congratulated the Greenies and shook hands, so I have forgiven the Kappa Sigs for some of their more immature taunts. At least they are doing something constructive with their time in college like supporting their classmates who are student athletes and not like running a drug den out of their fraternity house or acting like fools at seranades. So overall I was impressed and jealous with their school spirit - because like when's the last time a Tulane fraternity has shown up for a game, any game? ..... It's been decades. Sigh.

So anyways, on the way out to Thibodaux, Peggy kept us in stitches by sharing a classic story that will go down in the annals of Hullabaloo Huddle as one for the ages. It just might displace our apron story, as funniest story ever.

Peggy and some of my girls, Pickle and Jubilee, had been volunteering at a tournament which shall remain nameless because I don't want the FDA or health inspectors knocking down our door. or someone getting in trouble. So I'll just discuss it here on the interwebs between you and me.

So my girls Peggy, Jubilee, and Pickle are at this event and they were in charge of distributing the lunches to the teams that were participating. Which would seem like an easy task However, some of the teams would come up and grab all of their lunches for their team, but then sometimes individuals would go up and claim their own lunch. It was up to our peeps to keep track of who was getting what. You can see how this might go sideways if you aren't paying attention.

So one of the participants came up to the lunch check out and asked for her sandwich by herself. She dressed her sandwich and then left. Meanwhile another team came up to claim their lunches for the entire team. There was a stray sandwich still wrapped up all nicely that was still on the table, so it got added to the pile that was being handed over to the team and off that sandwich went.

Well the girl came back and asked where her sandwich went that she had left on the table. Peggy was momentarily horrified and explained that it must have been given to another group. The girl sez, you don't understand - I put mayo on the sandwich. Peggy responded, Oh well the sandwich in question is gone. And the girl then responds, no you don't understand! She had taken a BITE out of the sandwich! Immediately Peggy's response is to start laughing. She's given out a half eaten sandwich to goodness knows who.

One of my other girls who was also volunteering, whom I'm calling Pickle also starts to laugh, or cackle, and everybody is laughing like it's the funnies thing. Amongst just us, Pickle whispers through laughter and tears that she hoped it had gotten picked up by one of the LSU coaches (omg ha, right?!). And that she hopes (kiiiiddddding) that they think we did it on purpose. ha ha!

One of the worker bees who was supposed to be supervising Peggy, Pickle and Jubileee - was just beside herself fraught with worry over SandwichGate. Meanwhile Peggy, Pickle and Jubilee can't even look at each other without laughing. And then they start cracking jokes about the bite being like a kingcake baby. Meanwhile the concerned workerbee was wanting to report SandwichGate up the chain of command, which just made it all the more comical. Even when the concerned worker bee is distraught and trying to explain to the tournament supervisor about the mistake, it was making Peggy, Jubilee and Pickle - grown women who are mostly all grandmothers - laugh even harder. Because could you like imagine sending out a half eaten sandwich and the reaction of the person who got the half a sandwich? Or if they God forbid, had eaten it?!

Don't ever trust us to volunteer again! But in all seriousness: I swear on my cats that we won't spit in your tailgating food, or serve sandwiches we've already bitten into. I prooommmmmise!!!

SandwichGate reminds me of Peggy's and my last trip to the Litter Box in Bataan Rouge for a final farewell baseball game there. They were just building the new place next door and Peggy and I discussed at length the possibility of digging and burying some Tulane jerseys in the new litter box stadium while construction was still happening. Could you imagine how funny? Peggy even suggested that if we buried say 2 jerseys, that we should send a ransom type note and tell them that there were 4 buried jerseys just so that they would dig up the whole place chasing down the 2 ghost jerseys.

Oh, the fun of rivalries I tell you!

Yes, ha! The corndogs lost to USL. Of course they are blaming the rain delay on all their errors. While I still find USL annoying, I shan't pass up a chance to laugh that corndogs lost. So: ha ha ha ha

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Yahweh, Take The Wheel

A fellow Greenie, whom I'll call Perry Mason, has been pestering me about updating Hullabaloo Huddle.

In all honesty, I'd been waiting until I was in a less bitter and patronizing mood to pen something. So I wouldn't sound, well so patronizing and bitter. I'd actually written a few versions of my Nola Bowl recap, but deleted them.

Parker Waters Photography

I've also kinda shut my trap a bit because it's the homestretch in recruiting. Signing Day is Wednesday. And it's a tenuous situation with Temple and Kansas State for the love of Yahweh upsetting the apple cart up in here. I'm holding out hope that CJ pulls a pelican out of his ear and delivers us some serious linemen.

But I am a Tulane fan after all, and ya knows we have our fair share of absurd to plow through if not today, tomorrow. And if not this, week, well TPTB will get around to derailing something next week in an effort to give us something else to roll our eyes about and call for TPTB to resign/be fired/wear a tie/go across the street. And yet, TPTB gets right back to keep on keepin on.


So at long last y'all, my two cents about our cameo at the Nola Bowl: Losing to USL was such a bitter pill to swallow. Wretched.


I was simply stunned and totes embarrassed. And to all those Moral Victors out there all aglow: I salute you for your fortitude. Because I am a much, much, weaker individual and I am not worthy of your esteem.

I'm not a completely awful, hateful person though. I was relieved that we didn't just roll over and give up.

I have no hard feelings towards any member of the team. Defense kept us in the game and has been so unbelievably fun to watch all season.

But why oh why did we deviate from the running game at the bowl game?

photos by Chris Granger, Times Pic

Hello, this plan was working just fine... If we were insisting on putting Montana back in there after what happened at FAU and UTSA - why oh why were the instructions to pump fake and then throw to the other team? Handing it to Darkwa was just fine.

So alas, after a month of getting over it I was finally thawing out from my painful memories of December 21 to write something that didn't sound deranged.

But just as I feeling up to the task of sharing my thoughts as a civil person and post cute pictures of all our events, Something Happened. I was fixin to have ample couch surfing time and nesting opportunities around Chateau Hullabaloo and everything due to Sneauxmageddon2014. I had even done p-r-o-m-i-s-e-d Perry he would see a new post. And then wouldn't you know... BAM! this unfortunate Georgia Tech scandal up and hit the fan and I got all wrapped up in following that drama.

TPTB was done raked over the coals from all corners of the Greenie Dat Nation, and not just by the so called "lunatic fringe" this time.

Thanks for finally waking up y'all! TPTB is so used to tuning out our usual vitriol over scheduling lame teams like Southernmost Alabama and Jacksonwherever State, that I bet you one zillion latkes that they didn't give a second thought about cancelling the only interesting OOC series we've had going in at least a decade and with a school who wants to come to New Orleans. TPTB always think small time.

and I had to giggle that Consiglieri Yvette Jones was trotted out again to smooth out their foul up and spin like a washing machine that all is just going smoothly and according to plan, nothing to see so move along (and by the way, the stadium will only have 20,000 seats).


Oh why, oh, why is it Tulane's karmic fate to only make the national news when either tragedy befalls us or we deliberately wish to look like fools (see our Black Tuesday implosion, see the Big East Meltdown, etc., etc. etc.). If we could only collectively will competency upon those who lead our beloved Olive and Blue.

The only thing missing from the walkback explanation has been the perfunctory reference to Katrina. Because ya know. Oh, Ryan Grant's equipment didn't arrive on time to the Senior Bowl? well you know Katrina .... We hired Bob Toledo and extended him, well you know Katrina made us do it .... We hired a basketball coach with a questionable win record, well you know that pesky Katrina has just been up to no good!

It's just not a proper press opportunity in TU-Land if Katrina is not defamed.

I mean fer real! TPTB just announced that they be hiring a "Person to Blame In Chief" - what I'm calling the new position anyways. It's actually supposed to be a COO, but you already know how that's gonna roll. They will hire some naive/young/inexpensive person who is under the impression that we know what we are doing and then she or he will get knocked in the head with a sack of quarters when they realize what's really up and then get blamed for everything that ever went sideways. Be that as it may, the paper carried an interview about this sudden shift in management strategy over there on Ben Weiner about hiring another worker bee, and wouldn't you know it - just when Katrina thought she was finally in the clear, Wham-O, she gets disparaged yet again (read the final sentence of the article. omg, just kill me now).

What I fall back on during disappointing times, what usually offers me refuge from sad thoughts, is to throw myself into gameday tablescaping, shopping and future menu planning. and believe you me I have been setting my Pinterest on fiya. (I have lots of suuuuper cuuute ideas for our opening Yulfogelmevlin tailgating. Which I plan to defiantly unroll even if I end up doing it in my own driveway on the westbank if the official Tulane tailgating goes sideways. Which, sigh, is sadly such a possibility.)

So on that note .... back to my chronicling of our first bowl game in a Decade. You all know how I felt about the New Orleans Bowl going into it. And the requisite activities surrounding the bowl were seriously stressing me out to plan between the holidays and the weather, and not really having my heart in it. But in the end I couldn't let an opportunity to tablescape pass on by, and I couldn't not have the perfect outfits lined up. Or design this cute logo which I created to inspire me to soldier on.

I was the Martha Stewart of Bowl Games y'all and spent the weeks leading up to it making hospitality bags for our out of town wave mommas and working with my Krewe of Hullabaloo-ettes in making super cute second line parasols.

We even made this cute parasol for Coach CJ's wife Angel!

In the end I very much enjoy spending time with all of my peeps, so that was worth the effort and the pain of losing to USL. It is my hope that we don't have to wait another 10 years to be kidnapped by the Athletic Department for a three hour bus ride though. (a three hour bus ride...a three hour bus ride....)

Everybody else called that bus outing "The Bowl Stroll", but we were calling it "the Night We Were Kidnapped by the Athletic Department."

Thursday before the game, we were packed up onto those touristy double decker buses you see around town, but with insufficient information about what exactly was going to happen. It turned into a 5 mile (not really, but it was long) second line march practically to Chalmette and back - and I was in wedge heels. They were cute though and matched my new tweed blazer perfectly, don't you think?

Needless to say, by the conclusion of our forced march I was walking barefoot through downtown (yes, disgusting).

Coach Hullabaloo and Booty were lubricated and so we were just howling with laughter at our predicament. The grand finale was supposed to be a "pep rally" with the football team at the hotel, but someone didn't distribute the memo so we ended up doing a 100th round of the fight song and the Hullabaloo to the valet parking attendants in front of the Hilton Riverside. Mercifully, an hour later after further wandering the streets of New Orleans on what seemed to be a hijacked bus, we were finally deposited back at New Orleans Hamburger and Seafood where our saga began.

So the following day, Coach Hullabaloo and I went to the "official" Bowl Luncheon which was at the Marriott.

We got to sit with Devin Boutte's adorable family and learned that they took Nick Montana for his first hunting experience down there in New Iberia.

and Steve Gleason gave a nice speech. Here he is with our players. Love that they got to meet him.

Anyways, nothing else was much interesting really to report about the Bowl Luncheon other than my jaw dropped when I walked into the Marriott. The weeks leading up to the game, it was impossible to find out what the full details were going to be for the bowl game activities as far as Tulane's participation. It was aggravating. The buses which we were taken on the night before had one sad little banner strapped to a corner of it.

By contrast the Marriott, where USL was staying, was completely festooned with USL swag. The doors, the ceilings, posters, stands, garland, gobos - everywhere you turned. When we did our flash mob to the Hilton parking attendants the night before, there was not one stitch of Tulane anywhere at our team hotel. I even asked a client of mine who is in group sales at the Hilton about it and she went on and on about Alabama's swag there for the Sugar Bowl and didn't have a response about our decision to remain anonymous. So the lack of proper swag was very un-Hullabaloo Huddle worthy in my humble opinion.

Anyways, I tried to make up for it as I usually do. On gameday we organized a fab brunch for our booster club and friends that was so cute I couldn't stand it. Tulane Alumni Association hosted something themselves, but I still just looved how ours turned out. Look how cute.

I challenged myself to not spend any more of Coach Hullabaloo's fortune given that it was the holidays and I had already purchased multiple outfits and shoes and kept having to revise outfits due to the changing crazy weather.

So, except for ordering the cake and the balloon bouquets, everything pictured were repurposed items or came from my existing stash. Even the coasters I gave out as favors were liberated from the bowl luncheon the day before.

In all, I have to admit that I enjoyed the chance to stretch out the football season a bit. Coach Hullabaloo was delighted that I didn't wig out like that crazy Alabama fan who tried to beat up on those OU college kids at the Sugar Bowl, so that was a plus. And the game was almost a thrilling comeback.

So in an effort to put it all behind me, I'm already pinteresting menus and such for our games at Yulfogelmevlin next fall. And I'm holding out hope that we have a miracle coup on the recruiting front. (please, please, please, please!)

See you at Signing Day and Cheers to an improved 2014!

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Piercing the Cone of Silence

full length of article here

Ok y'all...the Infamous Cone of Silence is currently underway if haven't noticed. Oh, Cone of Silence, how I have missed you!

Since our chance at the championship game died in Texas yesterday, I had actually wanted to do a season in review for my blog post today. But this cone of silence situation is quite intriguing.

What does it mean? Has UTSA managed to stall bowl slot negotiations? Has our brain trust managed to pull a negotiation coup and announce the Hawaii Bowl? Has R+L decided that what this guy says is true and so they don't want to put USL through the agony of puckering up to lowly Tulane?

Tomorrow there is to be a conference call. About what, who knows. Tulane just loves making easy things difficult, so we shall see soon enough. I have 100 latkes going in a bet (with applesauce) over what is to be announced tomorrow.

What I do know is that the longer that this drags on, the less chance you are going to have out of state alumni who are going to re-arrange their holiday plans to come be in New Orleans in 3 weeks.

My town daughters are already organizing carpools to the airport the week prior, ready to depart the very second when their exams finish. Tulane wouldn't ever like do something reasonable like announce in advance for extended dorm closings until December 22nd. So don't count on any students making plans to go to a bowl.

So the Rice game: We didn't go to Houston. This is a picture of us in town after the game. We did manage to put on cute gameday outfits nonetheless. I was holding out hope that I would be able to pack up at dawn on Saturday and roll into Rice Stadium before kick off. It just wasn't meant to be. I need to get on Coach Hullabaloo to get us a Cessna though so that we can jump off to a game on a moment's notice.

I can't say who, but I had a VIP celebrity wedding that needed to be tended to by Boss Lady Stationery (me) and I was reprinting placecards and extra menus until literally a half hour before the guests were seated for dinner. Could you imagine if I had been already tucked away in Houston and getting desperate phone calls from their wedding planner about this or that?

Coach Hullabaloo and our friend Bald Boy and his uncle

So instead, I was fielding the desperate phone calls from Bruno's where Coach Hullabaloo and I had gone to partake in that great American pastime of Watching Saturday Football at A Local Watering Hole.

'Tis a fine tradition that is enjoyed by the majority of American College Football Fans and Alumni, but which has sadly eluded Greenwave fans for decades for many self-inflicted reasons.

Absent were the Greenbackers who were either at home or across the street at Rocco's as they are currently still on their boycott of Bruno's.

I will say this about the controversial Bruno's. Other than praying I don't get cancer from all of the secondhand smoke, I was pleased that the bartendress was wearing a Tulane shirt on gameday. Like we are a for real college team and this is a for real local joint.

How refreshing for a change! But getting the game on the TV with sound was a bit touch and go at first. And we weren't sure if we were even gonna get sound after they finally got one of the sound-less TVs going. But we finally did get sound, and thank goodness - because this yet again:

And this wasn't even my phone. So no, I am not the sole crazy lunatic who doesn't get iheart to work for Tulane games or for the radio shows.

So anyways, I ended up having to skip out for a spell and was therefore actually only able to watch the first and fourth quarters, as I spent quarters 2 and 3 tending to said wedding paper emergencies.

From what I saw Tulane's defense was absolutely boss. More specifically Nico Marley was who was boss.

Nico Marley with an assist on the strip from the always awesome Darion Monroe.
Moment captured by Smiley Pool.

However, if there were a prize for completing passes out of bounds - we'd be a lock. Juan Kincaid said on WWL that Tulane left our offense Uptown and that pretty much describes what happened at Rice. Our first 1st down was in the 3rd Q. ha! So we go out the door, losing to RICE. Lawd have mercy.

Oh well. Quelle Dommage. We close out the season in bittersweet fashion.

The silver lining is that our loss didn't give anymore fuel to the notion that UTSA should have a claim to the exCUSA championship game. Because that would have been a gag me situation imho.

Alright, so now for the retrospective portion of my final blog post of the regular season:

Mrs. Hullabaloo's favorite wins:
I am so glad we got to sucker punch Tulsa. Lawd how I disliked their stupid, rude fans. Too bad we get to still see them on the other side.

I am also sooo glad that we embarrassed ECU, and it was more delicious in that they called us everything in the book: including referring to us as a bunch of "homeless people." Well you lost to a bunch of homeless peeps. Hoo-ray!
Mrs. Hullabaloo's favorite away game ideas:
The DJ in the student section at Syracuse.

FAU's beach inside of the stadium in lieu of corner endzone seating is truly awesome. And I am also jealous of their in game entertainment and PR/marketing. Their sideline hostess kept spectators' attention going throughout between downs and timeouts so that there was never a lull. It is such a stark contrast with our shoestring plan of having a TAF staff member mumble something inaudible on the field here and there, or undergraduate interns toss some kind of marketing something together. I hope TPTB was taking copious notes.

Ruston. Oy. We barely knew ye. But I did love your alumni pavilion for tailgating.
Mrs. Hullabaloo's favorite tailgate theme of the season:
Challah-baloo was my favorite-est tailgate theme. Savory kugel and roasted brisket - fantabulous. I can't wait to do more Jewish tailgating!
Mrs. Hullabaloo's favorite plays of the season:
Xavier Rush's reception on 3rd and 24 for a touchdown at Louisiana Tech.

The strip/fumble/touchdown by Jordan Batiste and Dominique Robertson at ULM.

Darion Monroe's blocked FG at homecoming.

Strozier's shoeless pick 6 from Poydras to Girod at the ECU game.

Cairo's clutch FGs for our overtime wins.
Another fond memory:
Shaking my boutte to the Greenwave brass band at the senior game.
Ok Greenies.....signing off for the season, I'll see you when I see you.