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Dear Detroit Lions, Welcome to the Jungle

Who dat mutha f*ckas! That’s right, I’m so fired up about Saints football, I felt a need to begin my post with an expletive. Wanna fight about it? Yeah, that’s what I thought.
I don’t know if it’s that banned substance Manny Ramierz and I shared at the fertility clinic or the fact that my Saints are about to treat the Lions like a chew toy, but I’m feeling crazy amped…Hulk-esque if you will. I’d rip my shirt off in anticipation of Sunday’s game if it weren’t illegal in 46 states. Society’s sexist obscenity laws aside, I can hardly contain my enthusiasm for what’s about to go down in the dome.
Who’s That New Chick?
Let’s face it people…we chicks are infectious. Not in that Ron Mexico civil suit kind of way, but in the good, non-herpes way. Our zest for all things pig-skin is catching on and we couldn’t be more giddy.
From here on out, you’ll be hearing from a whole new legion of new chicks. (Go ahead and check out their bios.) They’ll be keeping you up to date on the latest happenings in the land of the Cowboys, Jets, Panthers, Bills, Falcons, Steelers, and Lions. In the spirit of sports bars, there will be chick fights. In the spirit of sisterhood, there will be alliances formed to team up on that one chick whose team no one can stand (cough, Cowboys Chick, cough.) There will be laughter, there will only be tears (of joy) when the Saints win the Super Bowl. And above all, there will be sheer awesomeness all around.
Game Day Chick Clicks: Brought to you by the Women Who HATE Fantasy Football
When you love football as much as these chicks do, you find it hard to imagine what it’s like to be…well, like most other women. What’s it like to not count down to or care about draft day parties, preseason games, midseason trades, offseason acquisitions, and fantasy football? What’s it like to watch Lifetime movies on a Sunday…in October (gasp!)?
















Time To Tap the Rockies
Here’s something I don’t usually admit to when staring in the face of any IRS Agent, German bikini waxer, chef at a questionable Chinese eatery, bald hair stylist, or Saints opponent: I’m scared shitless. Sure I think it. Sure I obsessively change my clothes mid-game hoping a different outfit will inspire a different outcome. Sure I kick my dog out of the house if I think she’s to blame for back-to-back 3 and outs. But no matter how ansy I might be at or before game time, I never say it aloud..until now.
Something about those Denver Broncos just doesn’t sit well with me. While I haven’t exactly made peace with putting this game in the “L” column like The Wang, I’d be faking it worse than suddenly “Lesbo Lohan” if I said I thought we had this game in the bag. From the cruel home field advantage of oxygen deprivation to Brandon Marshall and Eddie Royal’s combined ability to feast on our secondary, I’d say the odds are stacked against us. Still, leave it to the Chicks to find light amidst a vacuum of darkness. Read more...