So using my unconcious mind as some sort of predictive tool here is what's going to happen in the big game.
The Saints will open up with a quick 7 point lead. How they get there I can't quite remember. On the next possession Payton Manning will drop back and turn into Brett Favre at which point Tracy Porter will blitz out of nowhere and sack him for a safety. Saints 9 Colts 0. After that it gets a little strange.
Saints Super Bowl Dream
What happens in the 2nd half is anyones guess as I got rudely awakened by the alarm clock. I guess we'll just have to wait till Sunday to find out. If we do score in that order I may set myself up as Mystic Pete and rent a booth down on Coney Island boardwalk. That and remind myself that no one is interested in listenting to other peoples dream stories and so apologies for wasting 3 minutes of your life on this drivel.
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I keep dreaming weird dreams, too. Peyton manning shows up randomly throwing passes at things. It's disturbing.
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Manning won't even be able to hit a barn door after Will Smith and Bobby McCray are done pounding him on Sunday... Well that's my hope anyway.
ReplyDeleteI had a dream that this blog was interesting...
ReplyDeleteand that the Colts murdered the Saints on Sunday (much more realistic), which I will almost certainly not be watching in the company of the Falcon...
I had a dream you were actually alright but when I woke up I remembered that you're the unemployed bum who seems to want to sit on the end of my bed most days repeatedly asking if I've got a printer or like watching the Office.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah and the Saints are going to murder the Colts and no amount of pretending you love the Colts on Sunday just to wind me up is going to work because frankly you're an idiot... and stuff.
But seriously thanks for stopping by and always eating my food and drinking my beer. Nothing like boring the pants off a bed bound mate.
Saintseester - you seem like a lovely lady so please don't let yourself get dragged in by this buffoon.
ReplyDeleteI refer you to his last comment - by his standards, that's the absolute pinnacle of witty repartee.
Oh and he never leaves his bed. Or showers. Or does anything.
Says the man sitting on the other side of my room giggling to himself as he writes the latest witty comment on my blog.
ReplyDeleteSeriously when are you actually going home? I found a TV channel that broadcasts paint drying on a wall. It was leagues more interesting than the rubbish you've been spouting this past hour.
P.S. Warren Moon was rubbish and you're just sad because you don't have a team ever since the Oilers left you teamless yonks ago.
Saints = God's Homies. Colts = underdeveloped male horsies. Falconer is wise and knows this.
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