Turn that frown upside down Greenies! And go light candles at a statue for Saint Sebastian.
If our prayers stay strong: we'll get to celebrate Kwanzaa or Hanukkah in sunny Orlanshreve Bocaport!
Sweet baby Jesus on a Kingcake, how sad was our mid season skid? Here we were 3-3 and all full of ourselves that losing is for losers and then WHAM-O! October hit and FIU decides to recruit Juco's we can't recruit, Middlewest Coast Florida Commuter College had its way with us, Memphis takes Sean Wilson's brother away from us, and ChickfilA University gets their only conference win and ruins yet another fabulous annual Tulane Homecoming tailgate.
Like sand thru our fingertips, bowl eligibility was becoming a distant and faint figment of our imagination. I mean, cmon my homecoming dress was so cute (from Red Bubble, link)! Me snagging a picture with Griff at Homecoming.
But Tulane being Tulane will manage to come up with new and fascinating ways to lose homecoming. Ay-yay-yay!
This year we false started ourselves (!!!) at the 14 yard line and then added a cherry on top by missing a routine field goal. Ahhhhhhh!
Vegas even had us favored in the Cincy game! And we STILL couldn't get it together. We legit missed the field goal by more than the actual distance of the field goal. The goal post was like 30 yards, and the kick sailed like 40 yards left almost whirling around and landing over in the Press Box.
I exaggerate, but Quelle disappointment!
Coach Hullabaloo and I went and drown our sorrows at the new shake place in Riverbend called Shake Therapy. We both put on 20 lbs with our shakes.
These shakes are out the box, no?
Anyways, the following week for ECU game Coach Hullabaloo went on a bromance honeymoon weekend with his Marine Corps buddies, and so I listened to the game on the radio app. I swear I turned the game off like 3 times in complete aggravation. Pushing the off/stop button forcefully and shoving my phone away, like I AM SO SO SO DONE WITH YOU TULANE!!!!
But then Our Divine Lady of Goal Line Stands totally came thru in Overtime! What!! I was never more relieved to get this text.
So my "drown my sorrows" drive thru Atomic Burger and milkshake turned into a celebratory feast listening to the post game interviews and lol-ing at the meltdown on the pirates twitters and online fan forums.
So last week being our final tailgating of the season with my favorite Greenie Gals, I decided that whatever will be, will be. I secretly hoped for a miracle win to extend our season, but resigned myself to our season ending early and just enjoying our final invitation to party in the suite.
But it turned out to be the best football weekend ever!
We got to share the suite experience with some of our favorite Greenies, including Mr Campus Connection. Everyone go shop there for black friday! The whole store is 25% off. Shop at Campus Connection
I was nervous about wearing this lucky gameday dress and giving it loss juju. I wore this one for the game where we got bowl eligible our Bowl Wave season. But lucky dress totally came thru! Hallelu!
Did you know Coach Scelfo is Houston's O-line coach? lol. omg Coach Scelfo can't even beat Tulane, what. Also, Major Applewhite is from Bataan Rouge which made this win extra delicious!
And how about Terren Encalade?! Westbank, holla!
Anyways, when we held Houston with minutes left, forced them to punt and then made the first down to where we could kneel it out, I am TELLING YOU I was STILL a nervous wreck and prayed prayed prayed during the kneeling. Please lord, don't fumble the kneel. Please lord, not a penalty. Please lord, let this be true!
In hindsight, I should have known things would be alright when I ran into Coach Pierce in Glazer Club. Coach Winner McWinnerville himself, yes!!! I was so excited to see him and chat. I neglected to have my phone on me to capture the moment for posterity, but at halftime his wonderful wife came to find me and we had us a gab fest!
I just LOVED catching up with her and wishing them a fun vacay weekend in Nola. I told them how much we miss them and his staff and their families. Oh but if only we could find a pot of gold to pay Texas-sized salaries. Sigh.
Anyways, it was awesome that they still hold us fondly in their hearts. And that they came to support Coach Fritz even tho Coach Pierce is himself a UH cougar.
We were so lucky to have them while we could. I mean he knows first hand the crap UH likes to pull to try and win games out from under us.
This past game UH brought their whole band, and they proceeded to play loudly over our offense! lol Parker Waters capturing this moment:
The Cooters always gonna try to cheat, like call for a late hit on our quarterback Joe Kemp to break his collarbone and never apologize, but yet lie and claim to have apologized.
Par example - during Coach Pierce's last season when we needed to beat them to move to the #1 seed in conference, they stopped the baseball game for inclement weather, shoved all of the Tulane team and Greenwave fans into a gym, making us ask for permission to use the bathrooms, and meanwhile the UH baseball team did batting practice between rain squalls.
Well, this time we got to take one for the good guys!
And I just loved this lady whoever she is.
I'm a big fan!
And then to cap off the weekend - as if it couldn't get any better - Coach Hullabaloo and I went to the Saints vs Redskins game at the dome with our favorite Shockwave and her mom who are Redskins fans.
What. a. game that was! I was equally happy that Ryan Grant had that monster touchdown for the Redskins. I had not had that much fun watching a comeback win since our Superbowl season.
When we started the drive that tied the game I actually had to go to the little girls room! Coach Hullabaloo wanted to kill me! And when Alvin Kamara bobbled the catch into the endzone the entire dome actually SHOOK and I almost got knocked off the pot by the reverberation. I am serious!
Anyways the NFL Boycott has been such a blessing for us. I hope the idiots who burned their tickets and what not continue to stay away and keep their juju away from our team. We haven't lost since! Hurray for the boycott!!
And meanwhile in Greenwave Nation everyone is trying to plan to sneak away to Dallas to cheer our Greenies on to our 6th W that we desperately need to get a bowl. Coach Hullabaloo are already in Dallas with our Tulane gameday boots packed and ready to go. We are currently enjoying getting pampered by my parents and sleeping soundly with bowl dreams, resting up for the final stretch.
If you can't come, please: rally your rally cap at home, do not wear charcoal colored clothes, light a candle to Saint Sebastian, and do not wear purple drawers or something equally bad.
We can't wait for Saturday and to report back on how things go either way. Cross your fingers Greenies!