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Saints Chick Chow: Shrimpy Stafford Bites
As I sit here and contemplate this week’s recipes, I feel a rumble in my stomach and that churning is for some football: not the Combine, not Draft Day, not mini-camp, not training camp, and definitely not the preseason, but real live hitting play-for-keeps football. The season is finally upon us and much to my culinary and football delight, the Saints face the hapless Detroit Lions this Sunday in the Superdome. What more could a Mother Hen ask for? Not to diss Lions Chick who is a rookie like her quarterback, but I suggest that her little shrimpy Stafford from Georgia should spend his time Sunday knitting that sweater as I hear it gets mighty cold up there in Detroit. And, Calvin Johnson? Pu-leaze. Our boys will be on him like white on rice.
Chick Chow/Chick Sips: Falcon Fricassee and Mashed Ryan Potatoes And Dirrrrty Bird, Dirrrrty Whores Martinis
This is my favorite time of year, our first game against our most hated rivals: those nasty, stinking pigeons from Atlanta. Under the helm of new head coach, Mike Smith, the Falcons have garnered a very respectable 5-3 record. Matt Ryan will prove to be a formidable foe with 1,661 yards and a rating of 85.4 thus far this season. Yet, that is the only nice thing that I can write about them because, after all, they are the Falcons and I always hope that they lose in the most humiliating fashion possible.
Chick Chow/Chick Sips: Skewered Kasay Satay with Rattled Jake the Snake Shooters
Let’s face it, you’ll be a little nervous come Sunday afternoon. You’ll find yourself pacing uncontrollably in your living room while watching ESPN’s Sunday Countdown, before switching to FOX NFL Sunday to stare into Michael Strahan’s gap as if it were some “Bermuda Triangle-esque” black hole.
You’ll rub your belly in an effort to soothe what Western doctors and Bywater voodoo Priestesses have previously diagnosed as a case of “the bubble gut.” But as John McCain would say, “My friends, we have a plan to rescue you from these difficult times. The fundamentals of our Chick Sips are strong!”
Chicken Soup for Al Davis’ Soul & Raider Hater-Aid
With watching the latest Raider saga unfold these last couple of weeks regarding the replacement of Coach Lane Kiffin with Tom Cable, I started thinking about Al Davis, who at times just can’t stick with his main man. He and Lane had such a nasty, public break-up, possibly a victim of their May-December relationship. Not that I want to get all touchy-feely about him, but do you think Davis just might need to read a self-help book every once in a while? Maybe he needs to examine his feelings and try to understand why he cannot make a commitment. Are his partners too young for his mature ways? He seeks to control his relationships. Had he previously gone for someone a little closer to his generation, could we be looking at Super Bowl contenders this Sunday?
In the end, it probably did not matter. In order for Davis to find the right head coach, he must learn that in order to make a commitment to others, you must first start with making a commitment to yourself. So I, Mother Hen, humbly present to you this week a slightly cannibalistic dish, Chicken Soup for Al Davis’ soul.
Of course, Nola Chick is always there to help us wash it all down. That’s right…even soup calls for a liquor chaser. So, prepare to whet your whistle with a favorite among AFC West fans…Raider Hater-Aid.
Chick Chow/Chick Sips: Beat Dat Buckin’ Bronco Stew with a Watered Down Eddie “Crown” Royal Shooter
Down here in New Orleans, we have had a bit of a respite from all our hot, nasty, rainy weather of late. And, it’s great that it has coincided with my new-found depression (See: Redskins game.) With a nip of fall in the air, a hot toddy in my hand, thoughts of a plummeting stock market on my mind and a Saints victory song in my heart, I present to you today’s Chick Chow: Beat Dat Buckin’ Bronco Stew.
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