Oh, Frabjous Day! Calloo! Callay!

The Saints put a 45-14 ass whoopin’ on the Cardinals. I mean, beat ’em like they stole something. Beat ’em like the Cardinals talked bad about they Mamas. They hit the Cardinals like the fist of an angry god. If only they had put Deuce McAllister in for a few plays at the end…

Not only that, I broke the writer’s block long enough to finish a couple of paid articles, and should have a good blog post up by late tonight or in the morning.

I’m feeling well enough to go pick up my baby girl, even though my lip still looks like hell.

And when I stepped out of the tub just now, I could swear my vorpal sword looks bigger!

A fine day, indeed.