Dissecting New Orleans

Well, hello.  I've missed you.  Gonna try to get things back on track over here, something regular, something more than its been.  Something.  In the meantime, I'm going to shutdown comments.  Commenting is rare and/or limited to a select few readers anyway, so I'm going to give them a break until (read:if) we start getting more regular content.  Okay, that's all from the logistical department.  On with the chlorophyll...

Happy New Year!  Wait, what?  I'm a month late?  I blame New Orleans, which I'm sure is an excuse that has been used by many a men better than I.  The siren song of Bourbon Street,  the food, the 3-for-1 drinks, and the fact that everything...and I mean EVERYTHING, is within walking distance of, well, EVERYTHING...it can break a man.  There's a festival in that town almost every weekend.  It's an entire society based on hosting events.  It might be the best place on Earth (to visit for a predetermined amount of time of less than one week).

I've never been much for posting city reviews or road trip reviews on here, and I don't plan to start tonight, so with as much brevity as I can muster:


  • Eat, but not on Bourbon Street.  Mother's for breakfast or lunch.  Johnny's for Po Boys.  Napoleon House for muffaletta and boudin sausage.  Emeril's Nola for your obligatory touristy celeb chef joint...which happens to serve giant portions of fancy deliciousness.  Jacques-Imo's for the alligator cheesecake and to get out of the quarter for a night.  Cafe Beignet for, you guessed it, beignets...everyday.
  • Drink on Bourbon Street.  Doesn't matter where.  In the heart of Bourbon, everything is "Huge Ass" and/or 3-for-1.  Meaning you can't buy just one drink.  For example, red bull and vodka is served in a 32oz souvenir cup.  Crown and water is served in a 32oz cup.  Whatever you get normally is multiplied by three and served in a 32oz cup.  It's crazy, and it's why you spend the next morning (or early afternoon) playing hopscotch through puke piles along the city's sidewalks.  It's fun.  No, really, it's fun.
  • Go to the WWII museum.  It's a good story with a great ending, but it's a 2-3 hour event, so plan accordingly.
  • Sign up for a walking tour: cemetery, French quarter, or voodoo.  Interesting stuff abound in New Orleans.


Another nice feature?  You can walk to the Dome.  So, we "tailgated" on Bourbon Street, and then stumbled to the stadium, which was about a mile away.  Nothing is more than a mile away in New Orleans.

I had been to the Superdome in 2003, pre-Katrina, but there have been a lot of renovations since then.  Our "club" seats came with a nice lounge area attached in the concourse.  And my drunken recollection is that the food in the stadium was tremendous.  I had a big brisket sandwich that would bury any of the shitty BBQ joints north of Kentucky...and yes, they're ALL shitty...I'm talking to you Blue Tractor.

And then the game was played.  And it was awful.  But you know it was awful.  Va Tech owned us for the bulk of the evening, and it would take a roughing the punter penalty combined with not one, but two blind up for grabs ("500!") tosses that resulted in touchdowns.  Michigan's 2010 to 2011 turnaround is classified in some circles as miraculous...and if that is the case, the Sugar Bowl will forever be the calling card for that miracle.  Outplayed in almost every facet of the game...aside from intelligence.  Beamer made some really stupid calls, and the Hokies made some really dumb mistakes.  Va Tech eventually lost on the foot of their third string kicker, who had already connected four times previously, but shanked a 37-yarder to start the extra frame, leaving Michigan to eventually connect on their own 37-yarder for the OT win.

And there was much rejoicing, even though Michigan had just followed one of it's worst defensive performances of the season (OSU) with one of it's worst offensive performances of the season (184 total yards in Sugar Bowl).

Yes, I'll take it.  And as I continue to bang my drum of "perception is reality," I cannot ague that the season as a whole was a resounding success in the public eye, and the record will have it's place in history, sight unseen.  But we, my dear friends, are not that good.  This BCS bowl and the victory we achieved there...it's wonderful...and it's all a bit too early.  We are a few years away from being able to make the claim that this is the direction we want to go.  Next season will be another uphill battle, requiring another set of miracles, perhaps even bigger ones, to keep this rate of success going.

Team 132 was built on the heart of a group of seniors that had been through hell and back.  Three head coaches, 5 different defensive schemes, walk-on quarterbacks, and NCAA investigations.  They persevered and willed their way to the results we witnessed.  They're gone now.  And who and how that torch will be carried will determine where this team is going.  How the young arriving talent will mesh with Rich Rod's leftovers, how Denard progresses, if Denard is the quarterback, and how we plan to replace the bulk of the line on both sides of the ball....all GIANT questions on a team that is likely going to be ranked at or near the top 10 in the preseason.

How will we deal with expectations?

Oh, and we play the defending National Champions in a not-so-neutral site game to start it all off.  Wow.

Spring Game in 72 days.  Pictures from the bowl game coming, I swear.  Go Blue!