The United Nations of NFL Spectatorship

Against my better judgment and ignoring explicit warnings against viewing any New Orleans Saints game within three hours of the Death Star, I observed the bizarre behavior of wingless birds from the over-air-conditioned confines of Shreveport's Buffalo Wild Wings. (I was returning from a visit to family, had the Sous Chef in tow, and couldn't risk trolling Natchitoches for a big-screen tv.)

The following observations confirm that Buffalo Wild Wings is really just a cover for the NFL Shop:

• # of tables with confirmed Who Dats: 5
• # of tables with confirmed douche bags Iggles: 2
• # of lap-top computers plugged into outlets to get up-to-the-minute fantasy updates: see "# of tables with confirmed douche bags"
• Ugliest jersey observed: #89
• Least likely jersey observed: Wranglers
• # of Redskins fans: 2
• # of times a Green Bay husband, wife, and 2-year-old ask waitress to change one of projection tv's to show Green Bay lose to Cincinnati: 5
• # of times bar erupts with shouting after an Atlanta Falcons 1st down: 4
• # of "Who Dat" chants: 1

Damn. My head's all muddled. 48 points. But every time I blink, all I see is a montage of . . .



Is something crazy about to happen?