I'm in the middle east. I won't be at the Bucs game. You must take up the slack.
I may not be the loudest member of section 635, but I'm up there. I'm probably the most psychotic. I scream so loud and so much that people are constantly turning around to look, to see if that Clint Eastwood vein on my temple will explode this time.
Coach wants us to be loud.
"We have an opportunity to have a big advantage with the Superdome and our fan base. So this week, the challenge for us as a team is to play our best game at home against a good football team, and the opportunity for our fans is to be louder than they have been to date, or since I've been here, regardless of last year's season," Payton said. "The advantage they can create is enormous. And fortunately it's a 3:15 game, so that will allow them to sleep in a little bit and get revved up."
Hear that? Coach wants you to party all night Saturday. Then you have time to go to church (or fire temple) on Sunday, have a couple of bloody doubles, and get ready to scream until you need a new larynx.
I won't be there. You have to scream for me.
I paid the $24.99 so I can watch the game on the internets. I want to hear you. I want to hear you when I hit mute. I want for the state to have to bring in structural engineers on Monday to search for cracks and damage due to SPLs over 120 db.
I want it louder than last year.
The holder of my tickets will be blowing the magic horn. He is bringing the magic eye-black. Please, believers, let him anoint you with the magic eye-black.
He must take up the slack.
We must be loud. We must peel paint.
We know how important this is.
So let it be written.
So let it be done.