Well if we are going to fight about the quality of Herbie's journalistic contribution to the world of sports ("What is refuse -- or garbage -- Alex?), take a gander at what ESPN's ombudsman said about his initial report: Of course it was very shortly after this criticism was leveled by its own ombudsman (and buried deep in the bowels of the website) that a collective of ESPn reporters started calling Miles a "liar, hiding behind a mountain of lies," etc. One thought, what if the restaurant owners of New Orleans banded together and refused to serve food to Herbi and/or the entire GameDay Crew during the week they are in New Orleans. Can you see Herbie, for the fourteenth time in a week, having to say "Hello Pizza Hut, this is Jim Smith in Room #232 and I'd like to place an order." [LINK]http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=schreiber_leanne&id=3148853[/LINK]
That's alright, we never associated Ohio with being "nuts" -- we thought that was California's claim. Just a joke okay?
Jealous of what? We can actually beat SEC teams pretty regularly. Na, seriously though, funny about your explanation of the 't' .. I grew up here in Baton Rouge, so when I was a kid I just assumed that "geaux" was just another spelling of "go".. lol
Naw I am not sure. I just copied from my mo mo's handwriting. Gets worse when you gotta translate! Been away awhile and you start to lose everything within two weeks. Thanks for the spell check. :thumb: My dogs name is Bleaux. It has to be right when you write it on the license...:dis:
Why we are on the subject - OSU fans shouldn't be confused by the term “French Quarter”. The architecture there is predominately Spanish and not French. Also, if you are ever able to figure out exactly where Uptown starts and ends in NOLA, you have visited too long and you need to go ahead and move there. ldskule:
Sha, me, I live rite dere in Evangeline PARish: :wink: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cajuns As a kid, my parents spoke French when they didn't want me and my sister to know what they were saying. On Sundays, when we sat down after dinner and my grandparents' house, the grown ups spoke almost entirely in French.
An dem French Tickler thingies dey sell in dem batchrooms in n'orleans, where dey come from cause I bought me one a dem tings and it sho didn't tickle me. I ask dat man fa ma money back and he told me I was a freak.