It was looking bleak for the Saints today in the third quarter. Mighty bleak. But what could be done? They were in D.C. and we were all here: powerless and faraway in our own little faubourgs and wards.
The only remedy I could think of was to pull out the Ernie & Antoinette K-Doe Memorial Sofa Pillow (with the picture from their wedding) and point it at the TV, letting its beyond-the-grave powers work their mojo. And, suddenly, things began to change...
Coincidence? Perhaps. Or perhaps not.
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WHO DAT, K-DOE, WHO DAT Actually, my husband left our pal Edie's house shortly before the missed Washington field goal. HE might be dat.