THE END OF THE ROAD
How do you begin the final blog of a four-month, twelve-state, thirty-nine city road trip, culminating at the BCS National Championship game?
Easy. Two words: LIVE BLOG.
Together at last, for one night only: The Road Trippers.
THE E-V-E OF THE GAME
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then here's 7,000 words on Bourbon St. on the eve of the national championship game. Enjoy. (We did).
There were an equal number of OSU and LSU fans out on the strip.
CAJUN RAGIN' AT THE BCS
Can you feel the CHANGE? Folks, we're standing on the welcome mat of history. With the BCS Championship decided on Monday night and the New Hampshire primary on Tuesday, the news over the next three days is going to be filled with such dense richness that I've commissioned Waxman to periodically douse me with buckets of ice cold water, lest my brain overheat and explode.
Tim Brown and Ty Detmer talking a little flag.
"TAKE YOUR HOME FIELD ADVANTAGE AND SHOVE IT," SAYS LOCAL BIZ OWNER
I read today in the Times-Picayune that between the BCS National Championship and this year's NBA All-Star game, an estimated $300 million dollars of revenue is expected to flow into the city. However, a sampling of the businesses around here reveals that LSU's participation in the game is severely cutting into estimated gains.
One of these guys didn't win a Heisman..
A LITTLE EXPERT ADVICE
So, how is covering the BCS Championship different from covering your standard, run-of-the-mill Bowl game? Well, for starters, we had to endure hearing twenty-five minutes of the most mind-numbing questions from the more traditional media outlets before getting our two minutes with Glenn Dorsey. Until this afternoon, our threshold for mind-numbing questions had never been tested past one minute and forty-five seconds.
Ho! Get this guy in the WGA.
I TRAVELED 5,000 MILES TO SEE MY TEAM GET THROTTLED AND I CAN'T EVEN GET A LOUSY T-SHIRT
There are giant cardboard boxes of them all throughout the city in the possession of men who'd sell you the shirt off their grandmother's backs for the right price. Yet these aren't for sale.
This T-shirt - not for sale.
POUR SOME SUGAR BOWL ON ME
Happy New Year and welcome to the Sugar Bowl.
Nothing spells pleasure to Going Bowling like straddling the old and new year with a pair of big-time Bowl games. It's a bit like riding the old metaphorical steel bull. Best to hold on tight and let your body move with the beast.
Officially, Going Bowling's favorite cheerleaders.
NEW YEAR'S EVE IN THE PRESS BOX WITH A LOT OF DUDES -- NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE
One of the Ten Bowl Commandments: the nearer the game is to the BCS Championship, the tighter the security. At the Poinsettia Bowl we were allowed to do whatever we pleased short of taking direct snaps.
Incoming: The Chick-Fil-A cow gets its Hindenburg on.
BACK IN THE SOUTHERN GROOVE
At this point in the night, I'm having trouble concentrating. My stomach is too full of blackened catfish, and thick, brown sugar-laced barbecue sauce has send waves of endorphins crashing against my fragile mind. Wait a second... Catfish? Barbecue sauce?
Set off the Grand Finale. We're back in the South.
THE PATS' STREAK AND JOEPA LIVE ON
It's Saturday night and we've just hopped cross country from San Fran to Hotlanta. But with this lineup, it's hard to rationalize anything but planting out kiesters in a seat and watching the tube. Starting at 8:15 our hometown Pats aim for 16-0 and Penn State is playing Texas A&M in the Alamo Bowl in Joe Paterno's 500th game. This should be good.
The gruesome scene of the live blog.