Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Find Your Safe Space

Because the Saints/Texans viewing was so shit-tacular, Chef has spent the last two days serenely locked into his Who Dat Safe Space. It's a mental locale with comfy recliners upholstered in waxed mustaches, all-you-can-drink Budwesier, and 15-foot projections of the 2006 MNF game.

At Chef's recommendation, even Jim Henderson checked into a Safe Space.

How does a Who Dat know that her/his Safe Space retreat has worked? Usually, it's an omen. Like a John Carney. Chef knew that he was ready to re-enter the world of the living this afternoon when he looked at the NFL waiver wire and realized that Olindo Mare is not irreplaceable.

4 comments:

saintseester said...

Happy Thanksgiving.

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Mr. Clio said...

My safe place is a fetal position carefully balanced on a barstool at Parasol's.

JWD said...

Olindo did make that 52 yard field goal. Strong leg like always, but this time the kick was on point.

PS: Happy "LSU just lost their National Championship" Day.