Who Dat Say Dey Gonna Beat Dem Saints... For the Super Bowl, we went over to Claire's house for gumbo and good times. I can honestly say we watched maybe two or three plays of the game. We were excited about the game, but we didn't care that we couldn't focus every minute on it. We were too busy watching Morris and Miller play. They played on Miller's car, fought over pop-beads, enjoyed eating off the appetizer tray that contained licked pretzels, thanks Miller, and played with cell phones. When no one was watching, Morris and Miller had escaped to the kitchen to have a serious conversation. We don't know if they talked football, but they sure were chatting...
Morris was asleep before the end of the game in his pajamas. Jared and I were able to see the last two minutes of the game. Who Dat Say Those Saints Can't Win!
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