Features Writer/Band Interviewer/Rock Aficionado/Sports Junkien It was raining and 40 degrees when I got off work. Jason Shields told me to stop by Cheapo Discs, so I did, but when I got out the white bullet, I heard all this chanting and obnoxious yelling coming from Shoal Creek Saloon. So I waded across Lamar just to witness the drunken madness being celebrated as Louisiana State stuck it to those Irish swine of Notre Dame. As I approached the smoking section where the action takes place, I was greeted by a bunch of coons chanting "We're #1!!" After being overcharged by a pal of mine that works there, I almost had to serve a knuckle sandwich to a young scruff who was peddling gold & purple LSU shirts that stated "Who the Fuck is Brady Quinn?" I declined. He asked me why I didn't want one. I told him it wasn't my team. He asked me who my team was. I just stared into his PBR drenched pupils and told him to ponder what town he was in. He then had the nerve to ask me in a menacing manner why I was there. I just laughed as I mad-dogged him and took a sip from my glass/weapon. I think he realized I was the only sober person in the building and took a few steps back. What is the world coming to? If the Saints go to the Super Bowl (and I think they will), I may move to New Orleans just to get away from all these carpetbaggers in Austin. 1/3/2007 "Out on the Town" B.A. Government-University of Texas 1990, Austin resident-1985, classically trained vocalist, married to hot MILF-10 years, unsafe driver, father of 2 daughters, retired mogul skier, attended hundreds of rock shows, pseudo/neo Gonzo journalist wanna-be, part-time caddie/part-time food & beverage jockey, 3 unpublished novels, hack golfer, bar-b-q expert, 1 unpublished history book, closet jazz fan, 3 unproduced screenplays, still being told by father to change attitude, owner of numerous polo shirts.   Copyright © Reloaded. All Rights Reserved. designed by grooveefortune