Who dat? Who dat? In October last year, after noting the death of my old blogs and a host of other things, I had opened this other thing, putting in a bit 'of everything. Regardless of how you can easily think, only two were full and sincere testimonies of me, not revised, unfiltered (I would say true, if I were not afraid that word), anything that you think, nevertheless, and so personal that I decided to eliminate them: one was a boxino that followed my diet, the other a list of links to my favorite teams in various sports that I happen to follow. (I understand that the explosion of these two elements may surprise you, but - believe me - I'm better than that).
Among the teams in the little heart poo cacchietto *
(copyright: Michele Erba) has a place in American football, specifically the New Orleans team
. "Why?" Asks my fifteen readers daily. Why New Orleans I was twelve years ago, the last time I went to the United States, before Katrina and after the end of my childhood. Do not know what I find myself in that city crazy if he came back today, there will still be cajun restaurants and small retailers who try to cheat? and the lady who rolled cigars on the balcony of the house? and there will be kids tap-dancing with caps cochecole stuck under your shoes? and all the jazz clubs, record stores those discharged in appearance, opulent in substance? and bag food and Countryclub will still be there in front of the ghetto-poverty neighborhoods?
Pile memories as a souvenir and I'm ashamed, but let's get back to us. The profile of the huge white dome of the Louisiana Superdome
: this convinced me to choose the Saints as a team.
Earlier this season, the Saints did not compute it anyone, and I do not understand why even an act of American football. If I had to explain the sport to someone more ignorant than me on the subject, indispensable addition to the use of the term "skull" and "geometry", using a brief description onomoatopeica: "fiit - boom - sdeng - crack - squiiish - burp" (fin). I'm interested in this sport for what it represents, which direbotte, beer, cheerleaders and an avalanche of popular culture and American history. I know little about the regulation, almost nothing of the best players, I barely remember when the season starts and when it ends.
I know, however, that tonight's Super Bowl and will play the Indianapolis Colts and New Orleans Saints. I also know that a mass of segaiuoli
I know not if I would ever expect. The Saints obtained ten consecutive wins and I rejoiced, but they responded testily that the Saints would not go anywhere, that would be short-lived as the Dolphins of Dan Marino, in fact, they added, if continued to the course began with The Dolphins, the playoff would have gone in the first turn, because there is only spouts the horns, is not that short, apper, Embee.
Well, fuckers , if they play the Saints tonight, not the excesses of your dreams and even those who had predicted. And this is yet another little satisfaction in 2010. Whether the Saints win, at this point, it's just a superfluous detail and deeply birrifero: good evening
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ps-the title says it
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