25 01 2010

I remember when I was a wee teenager, and the Saints were so bad that they were the butt of all our jokes.

“Dad, can I have a car?”

“Sure… when the Saints win the Superbowl! BAHAHAHA!”

I remember when my grandmother, sitting in her 50-yard-line Superdome seats dressed head to toe in black and gold, shouted angrily at the Saints’ coach: “What are you, free-basing Prozac?!?!?” (To this day no one knows what she meant by that, but I’m pretty sure Reggie Bush’s parents, who were sitting directly behind her, got a huge kick out of it.)

For all my life, the Saints were affectionately known to most Louisianians as the “Ain’ts.” But as of last night, our luck has changed.  Put on your Sunday Best kids, THE SAINTS ARE GOIN TO THE SUPERBOWL!

My dad cried, Brett Favre limped off the field with his tail between his legs, and the city of New Orleans consumed more whiskey in one night than the whole nation consumed in 2009.  I don’t even want to think about what’s gonna go down if they actually win the Superbowl– but that’s a post for another day (fingers crossed.)

So, in honor of last night’s huge win against the Vikings, I’m going to give you all the secret to the easiest, most delicious queso dip you will ever scoop up with your chip:

LB's World Famous Ro-tell Dip

What you’ll need:

1 lb Velveeta cheese

1 can Ro-tell (diced tomatoes with green peppers)

1 microwaveable bowl


Cut Velveeta block into manageable cubes. Put them in the bowl.  Dump in Ro-tell tomatoes, juice and all.  Microwave a minute and a half, stir, repeat, until the diced tomatoes are evenly distributed and the cheese is fully melted.

Serve and enjoy.




3 responses

25 01 2010

mmm yes, rotel toms are good! as is velveeta, which i always suspect is one of those foods invented during for WWII because milk somehow vital to battleship production.

25 01 2010

i know it’s weird that velveeta doesn’t require refrigeration, but i usually just choose to look the other way.

25 01 2010

Your dad did cry and so did your brother. When the game started it sounded like you were in a jet engine the dome was so loud. I was sitting with Danny, Paul and Pat and we wore earplugs Pat had bought. We had to take them out for the overtime when a young lady behind us called us pussies for wearing them and insisted it was bad luck.

It started as a high five fest early on as each Saints play required that you high five anyone with in six rows of you, kind of like offering each other a sign of peace during Mass. It progressed to wild hugs with strangers for big plays in the fourth quarter. When the Saints hit the field goal to win it was practically open mouth kissing. As the Saints radio announcer said, pigs can fly, hell is frozen over and the Saints are going to the super bowl.

Spontaneous parades broke out across the french quarter. Horns honked for hours as people road on the hoods and roofs of their cars. It was something to see.

Here is a video some guy took in the cheap seats which kind of captured part of the crowd reaction.

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