Our Noffensive Juggernaut

Sigh....and just like that, our "bowl season" is over.

Boo Hiss.

Back to our comfort zone: losing our homecoming game and finishing out just playing for pride.

So thank goodness for the rain, right?! I mean we ran Scelfo off and he actually won us some games in the rain. and on real grass fields. But we have been running out of what else to say to defend why our non-existant offense (henceforth "Noffense") isn't working.

Our Noffensive playbook is so square that even UConn has it figured out. Which will make the Army game at West Point even more intolerable, Oy. So thank you rain for your timely appearance.

So yes, it was homecoming this weekend as well as my reunion year. I got to see some of my friends from my freshman dorm. Yes! Our dorm had a reunion at the reunion. Not everyone came, which made me sad, but I was glad to see some of my girls.

Me in 19ninety-something

and Now. Look at us old ladies!

But anyways, on gameday, after fervently praying novenas all week, the weather mercifully held out just long enough to enjoy tailgating with our peeps. I got these new table toppers (from a designer on redbubble) to debut for homecoming. and I just love love l-o-v-e them. I can't wait to tablescape with them again.

We had tailgating classics: burgers, tater salad, cole slaw. Perry Mason grilled for us. I had these adorable cookies made for Mr. and Mrs. Buggy who are in our tailgating group, in honor of their VW Combi truck that they drive to lead the Tulane Marching Band.

Shannon's cousin started a new jello shot business in Metry called Wasted Fruit and they made us these custom jello shots she called The Greenie. They were blueberry something in green and blue, and quite tasty. Go check their facebook page out: Wasted Fruit

As you can imagine, it's usually a little hectic at tailgating for us, but I was able to steal a few seconds with Coach Hullabaloo to take this cute picture.

I love my Coach Hullabaloo.

So sighhhhhhh, the game. What more can be said? At least the Homecoming Court presentations were cute. This is Tulane's official photo of the moment captured by Paula Burch.

Peggy and I lol'd and lol'd during the presentation at halftime. First, our adorbs new Queen immediately started bawling when her name was called like she just won Miss America or something. And then her King ran over and threw himself on her, practically attacking her when he was announced. It was hilarious and just lacking a teeny little bit of decorum, enough to say ermagerd, what is he doing to her?! And then the rest of the Court proceeded to stand there with their umbrellas and left her getting drenched in the rain like they wanted her tiara to rust and mascara to streak.

Peggy and I were hooting with laughter.

So Coach Hullabaloo and I stayed until the very end of the game, just like some of our favorite students!

We stayed, because we are nuts, but also because Coach Hullabaloo was hoping upon hope that they would pull Tanner and put in Jordy Joseph. Jordy knocked our socks off for the Memphis game. Where has he been all of our life?! As Peggy was sayin - we weren't playing a defensive juggernaut in UConn and so even if just for giggles we should have put him in there to see if we could give them just a different read or something.

Nope. denied..... If only the staff took requests from the sidelines, right?

Our fake punt play is still paying dividends though. It accounted for one of the 10 first downs of the game. So there's that positive.

But anyways, Greenies: The writing is on the wall. Not only has Goldring said "No" to upping the ante and Greenbaum wants to re-up Dickson again, but President Fitts went and said at his Town Hall on Friday that he wants to observe this fiasco for yet another year (!) before making any hasty decisions.

So check back at the end of 2016 to find out if something may be amiss with our football program.

Finally!

Welcome to ex-CUSA, North Texas! Nice knowing you!

WE WON A HOMECOMING GAME! Cue the 1812 Overture y'all.....



Remember when Nell and I decided last year that we needed to change the name to take off the pressure, and just call it "A Gathering" to reset expectations? Well, mother nature took care of that and forced TPTB to completely wus out and cancel their homecoming village instead.

Except for us. ha ha!

We couldn't be stopped. Our tent did make a sad demise tho from the wind. But hopefully now I can convince Coach Hullabaloo to finally let me buy tent weights already.

We pre-gamed inside the cave and our theme was Oktoberfest. A good time was had by all.

And girl, let me tell you that the menu we came up with was AWESOME. More on that later.

So you'll all be disappointed to learn that I LEFT like a complete wussy in the fourth quarter when Montana got his lights knocked out and we went 3 and out. I just did not have the fortitude that better fans have who stayed for the dramatic conclusion to our Karen Homecoming. Although Coach Hullabaloo did say he was white knuckling it and just dreading in his mind about how we managed to blow the lead and possibly continue our tradition of a) losing homecoming and b) finding extraordinary ways to lose games. Except that we didn't! Because Holy Shizzlemongers, we won.

It is 48 hours later and I'm finally processing it. No kidding, so this is how it feels to win a homecoming. Not to be screaming at refs because your coach can't manage a game clock. No sir.

But hold up, now. This win doesn't make me wistful about South Alabama. Because if certain someone had been on top of things year 3, year 4, and year 4.5 of Toledo ball, that game wouldn't have even been on the schedule, much less that close. And it doesn't make Syracuse fade into the rearview mirror neither, because we should have been competitive like when we played Alabama in 2007. Clemson just humiliated Syracuse at home and we need to aim higher than USA and UNT. I'm not satisfied with being evenly matched with directional schools and I won't apologize for that. So let me set that straight right now.

However, I was so lucky to be there in the flesh and witness Darion Monroe BLOCK A FIELD GOAL and Strozier run it back for a touchdown. Hullabaloo-ray-ray!

Image by Parker Waters
My mind was totally blown. As I was jumping up and down in the stands, all I could hear was Mr. Koozie yelling "FINALLY! FINALLY! FINALLY!" We have waited 120 years to be on the giving end of a play like that.

So anyways, I was outside setting up pre-game late in the fourth. I had turned off the car radio when UNT tied. Even FF Jim packed up Red and headed back to the Northshore. And then I just happened to take a deep breath and decided to just woman up and look at twitter to see the final and read the happy news. It was like the heavens parted and the angel orchestra played the 1812 Overture. Peggy was cracking me up saying that they had given all of the seats button holes by clinching their butt cheeks during the field goal drive.

Image by Derick Hingle for USAToday. Love the look on #85 Duce.
Coach Hullabaloo was very impressed with the two minute offense, as well as with the clock management by Coach CJ. Braaa-vo! No More TimeOut Toledo, thank you. And our friend whom I'll call Buggy, who's been a loyal die-hard since Tulane Football was mentioned in the movie Father Was A Fullback, actually had tears in his eyes after Cairo kicked one for the ages.

Grown Men, crying y'all. This is what it means to be a Tulane fan y'all.

image for the Tulane Hullabaloo newspaper.
So it goes without saying that the post-game revelry was out. the. box. I died laughing when Graff said to not bother calling, because he wasn't in the mood to hear it from the whiners and complainers like me, ha ha!

Us hullabaloo huddlers stayed in the cave for a spell and handed out shots of apple schnapps spiked with goldshlager to passengers as they were being driven out of the dome. It was great. And then we had an amazing dinner at Vincent's with our peoples with a very nice toast.

I was sad to miss Lorenzo Doss's pick 6 though inside the dome. It's no big secret that I am completely neurotic. Sometimes I have kitchen mojo at home, sometimes it's bathroom mojo. For the Saints NFC championship game in 2009 it was bathroom mojo. For the Saints Tampa game a few weeks ago, it was kitchen mojo. Anyways, I take this mojo zone adherence very seriously, as do my friends. If I actually watch a tight game, I literally sometimes get too worked up and I can throw up. No joke. So when momentum was kinda swinging back to UNT, I went and took a mojo break in the powder room. And I could hear the roars and cheering from Doss's pick 6.

So now I have to wait for the replay on Tuesday to watch the fourth quarter winning drive and Doss' pick 6. But at least I didn't have to admit that I was wearing purple drawers like I did after our SMU game. Because that was one of my darkest admissions and something that I am carrying with me to the grave.

The crazy thing is that we are all now getting ahead of ourselves and bickering about which bowl game we would prefer (like we have a say in the matter). My tailgate peeps are now fighting about the merits of Liberty Bowl v. St. Petersburg Bowl. I am holding out for the Bahamas Bowl or Hawaii Bowl if you ask me. It's Christmas/New Years, let a girl dream.

Speaking of dreams, our homecoming spread was fab.

Red brought german chocolate cupcakes. Peggy brought a german fruit salad and a fantastic baked bean casserole with sauerkraut and the recipe is below. We also reprised Circe's German Tater Salad which is always great. And new to our list: the beer cheese dip <- delicious. I was literally almost stupid with the beer cheese dip and ate the whole thing myself.

For our pretzel portion of our Oktoberfest menu I was literally turning myself inside out. Thankfully on Friday, the WWL Unknown Food Critic profiled Gracious Bakery and so that's how we discovered pretzel croissants.

Heavenly.

Coach Hullabaloo found Shiner Bock Oktoberfest too. And we made Apple Strudel shots with half apple schnapps and half goldshlager. Can't wait to reprise this, it was such a success. We are so theme-y, I can't stand it.

So new recipes for proper Oktoberfest tailgating....

Peggy's German Baked Beans

One 15oz can of pork and beans
7 oz of sauerkraut, rinsed and well drained
halfa cup unsweetened applesauce
quatah cup packed brown sugar
pinch of salt
halfa teaspoon ground mustard
nonstick cooking spray

Preheat oven to 400°. Combine all ingredients. Transfer to greased baking dish and bake uncovered for an hour.

Beer Cheese Dip

2 (8 ounce) packages of room temp softened cream cheese
1 (8 ounce) carton of sour cream
1 package of Ranch dressing mix
half a can of full bodied beer
2 cups of shredded cheddar cheease, divided
cooked, chopped bacon - a couple of slices
couple stalks of chopped green onions

mix cream cheese, sour cream, dressing mix and beer. Fold in cup of grated cheese, and maybe a little more. Sprinkle the top of the dip with the remainder of the cheddar cheese. Let the dip refrigerate for an hour or two before serving. You can serve cold, or put it into a crock pot for warm dip. Top with green onions and bacon before serving.

And before we close, I just had to leave y'all with this nugget.

P.S. I am totally NOT judging about the official UNT pre-game. I am an open minded person. I am quite delighted the Mean Green embraced New Orleans and everything it had to offer. Diversity makes the world go round.

Laissez les bon temps rouler, y'all!

That Gathering Formerly Known As Homecoming

Thank you very much to everybody who organized Champions Square, put up with my flagrant violation of "the rules," tried to iron out some major kinks and not only brought us chairs to replace our confiscated ones, but also offered to bring us tables even though we did successfully manage to get those past the very vigilant guards.

But, here's the deal. The Greenies haven't won a homecoming game in one of my cat's lifetimes. I am therefor o-fficially cancelling "Homecoming." Throwing my lot in with the Greeks and "boycot it" (in air quotes) like they did this year.

I commissioned these candy jars from Coach Hullabaloo. Via my new obsession: pintrest.

Y'all, Tulane enforcing the unbeknowst to everybody "rules" of Papa Benson's Champions Square went over as well as a fart in a synagogue. And add our having to contemplate a moral victory against Rice, just has me out of sorts!

Or at the very least we shall rename this tradition. Nell and I decided we are henceforth calling it: "A Gathering"

Change the name like they changed Airline Highway to Airline Drive.....Everybody knows it's still Airline Highway, but we're giving it a different spin, put our minds off the additional pressure.

Perhaps change the dynamic of the unsavory elements who may sashay in and ruin our gameday. And, hopefully rob Tammy Nunez of the opportunity to pen yet another one of her simply awful articles that she just relishes to write. Cause lawd, she's just awful. and did I mention patronizing (if she has such disdain, why doesn't she go find a more pleasant team to cover?)

Anyways, yes, I was ever proud of the Olive+Blue's effort in the second half, turning it into an exciting and winnable game. But lawd we tried just as hard to give the game away as well. I quit counting how many TD interceptions and fumbles we had that produced points for Rice. So maybe if we enact this name thing, it will take the pressure off.

Le Sigh...
this mascot planter, another pintrest inspiration

Well, one thing I do look forward to as the Coach Curtis Johnson Era continues to unfold is whipping up a Brazilian Themed tailgate for senior day 2013 in honor of Cairo Santos! Caipirinhas and all, y'all.

Cairo is all of 4 inches taller than me, y'all it was so cute and funny to see him tossed in the air like a rag doll in celebration when he kicked that monster field goal just before the half. (picture from Times Pic)

Oh Happy Moment!

Of course, I can't neglect to mention Ryan Travis genius interception giving us our 3rd Q Mo. Cause that was some kind of awesome reminiscent of our Days of Yore at Tad Gormley Homecomings. Oh if only Griff had seen the open lane for him to run in the 2 point conversion on his own. And if only at least a half a dozen other things, like me remembering to take a friggin picture with the Monday Night Football cameraman to have proof of my hospitality in offering him a free plate of food.

Coach Hullabaloo made me these too. Cute serving stands from spray painted terra cotta planters. Love, right? Totally inspired from pintrest.

But yes, Oh for the days of Yore....or days of the future if we manage to get ESPN gameday to The Y in 2014, but that marketing coup might just be too high to aim for our "right for Tulane's situation" mentality that TPTB insists on. I could have used my aforementioned photograph with their MNF camera person as evidence that my tailgates are not to be missed and deserve ESPN Gameday treatment all. on. their. own.

Here a rogue Tulane fan in Baton Rouge. My new favorite person in the universe. He says he is not an LSU Fan. At All. He begrudgingly goes there because it was the cheapest place he could go to school. I knew I'd found a kindred spirit when he tweeted today "LSU fans are a little mad #ha" (genius, a hashtag for "ha" lol).

Anyways, I just LOVE his irreverent humor, especially as it pertains to Red Stick. Follow him for genius commentary.

So bouquet of roses to my new twitter crush Cal for representing at Gameday. And Bouquet of roses to Alabama for silencing Baton Rouge for the weekend. Yes, Indeed. And bouquets of something to them classy tigah fans for their equally classy chant emanating from their student section. For real, it's not an Urban Legend. Because me, in my naive-tay thought, no...this couldn't have possibly! but no - they even have a whole twitter account for it! Oh, dare to dream y'all!

Next Week: Memphis!

Rendezvous in Nola, Y'all

Yes, we had ourselves an outstanding tailgate in Champions Square for Tulane Greenwave Homecoming.

It made me go Gormley Who?! We had it ALL goin' on. The tailgatresses who par-tay with Coach and Mrs. Hullabaloo are awesome. So props to Peggy for her amazing ribs, Priscilla's heavenly brisket and potato salad, and Beth Anne for the greens and mac and cheese. Yum-o!

We chose BBQ for the obvious reasons of playing Memphis, but one of the best things about Rendezvous BBQ in Memphis is that the downtstairs dining room is line with college football helmets of every school here and yonder. Tulane's is up there. You know whose is NOT? Yeah, baby - the Tigahs!

Many thanks to Nell for not only providing BBQ sausages, but also for bringing o-fficial Rendezvous BBQ Sauce to complete the day. It was perfect.


I'm still waiting for PreacherMan to give up the goods on the Banana Pudding, because it was unreal y'all.

I made some Sweet Potato Peanut Butter Blondies from Booty's Whitney Miller's cook book and had Courtney Who Makes Cookies make some cookies for our football momma's with their son's numbers on them.


The cookies looked so great that FF ate the one belonging to Xavier Rush. ha! I won't ever let him live it down!!! (We love you FF! next year I'll make a cookie just for you!)

WHITNEY MILLER'S
SWEET POTATO PEANUT BUTTER BLONDIES
Pam, for greasing baking dish
2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
1/4 tsp baking soda
2/3 cup butter, melted
2 cups packed light brown sugar
2 eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup cooked sweet potato, mashed (I made Coach roast and mash this)
2/3 cup peanut butter
2 Tbsp vanilla
1/4 tsp cinnamon

Preheat oven to 350 F. Grease a 13 x 9-inch baking pan with your pam.

Sift together the flour, baking powder, salt, and baking soda into a small bowl.

In another bowl, mix together the melted butter and brown sugar. Stir in the beaten eggs, sweet potato, peanut butter, vanilla, and cinnamon until combined. Add the flour mixture ingredients and mix well.

Pour batter in the baking dish. Bake for 18 minutes. Let cool in the oven (with heat turned off) for 10 minutes. Cut the blondies into squares or desired shapes.

....and Booty made some Olive n Blue Deviled Eggs (made with olives and blue cheese) accented with a green and blue jello shot for a chaser. Then we also had, of course, fixings to make Mint Juleps with Tennessee Whiskey...


Our final home tailgate for the football season will be Thursday's game against UH in two weeks. We're doing Burgers. And speaking of burgers, Ta'Molly has threatened to make us have Omaha Steakburgers at one of next year's tailgate.

Well just lock me up and throw away the key!

Koozie's Pill Party

Tonite's post is all about Family. Because, y'all: I would not trade our Tulane family for nothing.

Shout out to the Greenbackers for having some extra tickets for Lisa and her little pelicans to attend the game. Greenbackers: if you read this THANK YOU for being awesome members of the Tulane Family.

So after the game (yes, we stayed!), Peggy, Koozie, Red and FF, and Coach Hullabaloo and I stayed and shot the shute outside in the parking lot like we like to do. We do a post-mortem, laugh our selves silly and enjoy each other's company. Y'all - the Hullabaloo Huddlers are a family and we stick together. A-men!

Anyways, during our post-game Koozie brought up that he and Peggy wanted to host a party at their place for the SMU game. He wanted Coach and I to go, but I reminded him that Coach and I would still be going to SMU. He was astounded. "WHAT!? Yous want some Cyanide to take wit ya?", sez Koozie. While I giggled I reminded him that Familia Hullabaloo are Texans, and that I would still want to see my family. Peggy was hilarious - she started doing a spoof rendition of me calling my folks and yelling into her "air" phone: "HEY: We Lost! So We AIN'T Comin', YA HEAR!!!!" and then fake hanging up. snicker!

So then we just went off on a tangent about how our next trick as fans would be to all re-enact Romeo and Juliet and all take cyanide together. Everybody commit mass suicide in the stands at the same time. Very Jamestown - or was it Jonestown? (we couldn't decide which J-Town it was, so "J-Town" it shall be). Peggy was laughing about pouring everyone "kool-aid" shots in lieu of Booty's jello shots. lmao!

And so we just tumbled down hill from there and suggested that at the Peggy and Koozie Pill Party, they would attach a hose to the car exhaust and do hits like a hookah.

I swear I laughed so hard I almost pee'd my pants!

Another thing that made me laught silly was Speedracer during the game. When we saw Up The Middle TM surfacing again we just went completely out the box. Speedracer was joking that Bob Toledo was calling the game from English Turn. No, wait - he was actually up in a suite texting the calls. Speedracer and I started yelling (for real y'all) "UP THE MIDDLE!!!!" I was laughing because this random guy down the row kept turning around and looking at me sideways. lmao! I mention this and Coach Hullabaloo chimed back that HE (as in Coach H) was looking at ME sideways. ha ha! He was so embarassed by me. Well, y'all I was embarrased by those dern Up the Middle Calls!

Anyways, so my Town Daughter did me proud today! Look at Chickadee's a-dorable shoes!


Listen y'all, every student needs to be indoctrinated by Mrs. Hullabaloo. Cute Green and Blue outfits are e-ssential. Chickadee told me that she and her adorable friend took all of their green and blue options out of their closets and styled their look for today. ♥ ♥ ♥ !!! I luvs my Town Daughter familia!

Welcome Visitors! Thank you for finding my little shtetl on the webs! So happy you came by! Miz Butterfly aksed I redact her story and I have happily obliged. Much love to y'all!

Anyways, as Speedracer so eloquently put it today during our pre-game Toast and Hullabaloo Chant (I like this tradition!) "The ONLY Good Tigah in Louisiana is a GRAMBLING Tigah!"

Happy Tulane Homecoming

...and remember y'all: the par-tay is in Champions Square this weekend. So Park in Garage 2 which is the lot closest to Benson Towers and the Old Macy's tunnel.

Yes, we're going to Aslut. So shut up.

You'll all be thrilled to know, we have not tossed ourselves off the GNO.

Although we were tempted after watching the Saints yesterday and Florida stinking up the place also. Chuck, you OWE us buddy.

Although I do think we are in serious need of an intervention because not only are Coach and Mrs. Hullabaloo going to Tulsa Aslut, we are also going to El Paso.

(yes, Coach and Mrs. Hullabaloo bleed green)

What are we thinking? I don't know. Maybe our karmic journey is to be present when Coach Toledo and Dan Dodd get time warped or something and we can say "we were there."

But nobody needs an intervention more than the Tulane Alumni office. The alumni office says they are having a tailgate in El Paso. I laughed myself silly. Gabby Cannon must have a seriously stocked bar planned to make our latest Homecoming Humiliation a distant memory.

Do you remember winning homecoming? It's a blurry dream for me. But I think our last homecoming win was at Tiger Stadium. against Southeastern. I think that's the problem, they left us with a curse or something.

Anyways, Speaking of cocktails...Charlicious, our tailgating mixologist maven, shared a fabulous new Fall drink recipe care of our hostessing heroine/messiah, the one, the only, Martha Stewart.

Here the future Mrs. Voice of the Greenwave getting her sip on with the Charlicious Fall-tini


The Charlicious Fall-Tini
Dash of Cognac
Cuppa chilled sparkling apple cider
A few shakes Angostura bitters

Pour a smidge of Cognac into the bottom of your fancy stemmed glasses. Top with chilled sparkling apper cider and finish with a few shakes of bitters.

Bootie-Judy, my favoritest new tailgating buddy had these adorable cups which are totally Hullabaloo Huddle-worthy and officially at the top of our "favorite things" list.


Bootie-Judy purchased them at Rouse's, but we have been told they are available at Party Cup Express in Jefferson.

So speaking of going to Aslut, I'll touch on the discussion that is burning across the Greenwave Nation internets: Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Slidellwave BOTH witnessed - separately - live and in person, the Homecoming Porn happening in the escalator lounge by the suites on this very couch.


Imagine Mr. Slidellwave's surprise coming off the elavator with an armfull of concessions in the third quarter. Mrs. Slidellwave stumbled upon the scene on her way to the ladies room. According to the WIST 690 reporting, even after several witnesses happened upon them, said fornicators continued romping around the suites level until security had to be summoned. This totally tops the drunk girls peeing on Mr. and Mrs. Jim's Tahoe right in front of us during Homecoming '09 tailgating.

I leave you with my final rant: Superbowl Champion Mewelde Moore got totally completely and jipped on his Hall of Fame moment on the field during halftime.

Oy, I need a drink. stat.

Kick Me Edition

Cherry Peppers

NEW VISITORS, TULANE TAILGATING VILLAGE IS ON THE ROOFTOP OF THE SUPERDOME GARAGE #5. BY GATE G (CLAIBORNE AVENUE/I-10/NEW ORLEANS ARENA SIDE). ENTER VIA GIROD. HAVE A FUN TIME!


So I have found out that the best places to pick up Brats and Sausages in New Orleans is at Rare Cuts (Magazine/Uptown or Citrus/River Ridge) and at Terranova's on Esplanade in Mid-City. Can't wait to grill em up!

Also, I might take a stab at these peppers for the sandwiches or just buy a jar. We will see how crazed I am tomorrow and Friday night.

Quick-Pickled Cherry Peppers
makes 1 small batch

12 cherry peppers
2 cups white vinegar
2 cloves garlic, roughly chopped
smidge teaspoon salt
pinch of whole black peppercorns

Poke a few holes around the tops of the peppers. Place peppers and ingredients into a saucepan and bring to a boil. Simmer over medium heat for about 10 minutes while you flip through a magazine, or until the peppers are slightly softened.

Letcha peppers cool off a bit and then put into a jar with the brine. Toss in the fridge and serve the peppers once they've cooled.

Here's some shots of J Dub last year at Army.




Remember that heart attack of a game?

Okay Defensive Line, we are asking for just one more small favor....please hold the line just one more week. Thank you!

xoxo, Mrs. Hullabaloo

Backflip!

photo by parker waters

It's official. Time to Get Crunk. My season tickets arrived today. Section 143. The crazies. Hey: it takes ALL kinds mes petites choux.

I hope I get to see the little blue-haired cajun lady who married a member of the 1940something olive and blue football team. She's got some passionate lungs for a lady who wears perfectly tailored pant suits with immaculately groomed hair. Such a gem.

So accompanied with my season tickets was a "Fan Guide" and an "NCAA Booster Compliance" pamphlet. They're on to me, I tell you.

According to the "Fan Guide" no outside drinks and no obscene tee-shirts. and no socially unacceptable language, gestures or behavoir. and no standing, please.

???

Except for the standing part, I think this mailing was supposed to go to UCF. You know, Bachelor Vienna's alma mater. Thee with the "I'm a UCF B*ch" tee-shirt clad co-eds and assortment of idiot fans who unceaselessly scream obscenities at 40 y.o. women and defenseless college cheerleaders. Seriously. And a completely useless UCF cop just standing there denying that there's anything to be done about such behavior. I guess that's why we in New Orleans are able to peacably have occasions such as Mardi Gras and Superbowl Parades without fun quickly turning to tragedy, turned over cars lit on fire and mass hysteria. Acting out of hand quickly earns one a trip to Broad Street and an evening in Central Lockup.

UCF has these "Town & Gown" volunteers that is like spitting into a forest fire. It's like a welcome wagon-kind of organization made up of women who somehow meandered into the wrong campus destiny. "Thank you for coming to take our verbal abuse! We're so glad you are here. Come back and see us y'all!"

Bless their hearts, the Town & Gown's should have gone to Mississippi State or University of Alabama.

So anyways, Tulane season tickets have arrived!! Yay!


Included therewith (beyond the passive aggressive pamphlets to tell Mrs. Hullabaloo to please sit and to cease and desist encouraging Tulane Students' wity slogans for opponents. oh, remind me to tell you about the $80 tee shirt I bought off an underclassman's back) is a lovely booklet with letters from THE Roch Hontas, QB/M.D. and "California Cool" #11 Ryan Griffin.

Doctor Roch lovingly writes to us Tulane Faithful that he believes "2010 Tulane Football is all about promise and potential." Roch was our "David v. Goliath" quarterback. He was considered too short to go on professionally, but by all accounts of other Hullabaloo Huddler fans, Doctor Roch was The Real Deal when it came to Tulane quarterbacks.

Opposite in the pamphlet from Doctor Roch's encouraging message, our favorite California Cool musters up a passionate letter recalling our exciting win over UTEP! Which, did I mention that I had to go to a stupid wedding and miss! ME of all Tulane Fans, to miss THIS game. I shant ever forgive the newlyweds.

Ry writes, "My heart was racing. My emotions were running wild. As we celebrated on the sideline and with our fans I witnessed the passion that Tulanians have for their [..our?] university."


See friends, Ryan is such a quiet, unemotional guy that I find his letter absolutely endearing!


At the radio shows, he barely whispers his answers into the microphone and blushes continually throughout the excruciating inquisition-like interview conducted by the punishing hard-nose commentator, Tod Grafignini.

So it is truly impossible to picture Ryan's "emotions running wild." I keep imagining Robin Williams in The Birdcage coaching the uncooperative dancer that his part is to go wild Marcia Graham, Madonna, Fosee, Fosee, Fosee...but "keep it all inside."

It is such a contrast from the days of our lovable Anthony Scelfo leaving all his emotions on the superdome turf. Here, Times Picayune photos from the controversial out of bounds/clock/referee call Homecoming 2007.



Coach Toledo dutifully sent him some letters to the NCAA about this bullhockey refereering that occured. in our house for crying out loud.

When Tulane played the University of Alabma in 2008, post-hurricane Gustav, we met one of Ant'ny's cousins who was attending Bama. We were at a little watering hole within the shadows of their stadium - the name of the establishment has completely escaped me. Tulane fans, just picture Waldo's, but transplanted in Tuscaloosa. We meet a member of the Scelfo clan, and a round of adult refreshments was promptly treated to all of us Tulane fans. Everybody was so lovely even after they beat us fair and square. Talk about model Town & Gown treatment.

So cheers to a promising season, can't wait!