I notice a lot less chatter on CSC this past week. This is probably due to the post adrenaline let down from this magnificent game. So, I’m going to take a moment during this lull to share with you one of the most outrageous days of my Saints Fan life:
I work as a store detective in the PX system on Okinawa. In this capacity I have control over all the ceiling cameras in the facility. Since I had to work during the Saints/Pats game, I decided to use technology to my benefit. First, I made sure at least one of the flat screen TVs in the electronics department was tuned in to the game. Second, I dedicated one ceiling camera to zoom in on that chosen TV. This, basically, put a television monitor right in my office! Third, I briefed the GM as to why this camera should NOT be moved. (As an avid football [Buffalo Bills] fan he understood my plan and decided it was sound.)
I was able to watch (not hear) the game in my darkened monitor room without interruption and, during commercial breaks or time outs, would do my “floor walking”, which consisted mainly of standing in front of the chosen TV in the electronics section. I was able to enjoy the entire game via this patchwork of ingenuity.
I promised you outrageous and here it comes:
After the game, and having somehow regained concentration on my job, I was able to bust a young man for stealing a pack of “Black & Mild” cigars ($2.70). While processing this errant youth, a call was made to his mother. Well, mom was too distraught to come to the office so she sent her daughter. Upon the daughter’s arrival I recognized her from camera footage I had saved nine days earlier. She was the “Coach shoe bandit” ($120.00) who got away. So, naturally, I busted her butt also. Now, mom was REALLY distraught and she contacted her husband who had taken the day off and was at a friend’s house. The father finally arrived to sign for his criminally oriented kids and, to my absolute delight, HE WAS WEARING A NEW ENGLAND PATRIOTS JERSEY!!!
Dear old dad had to follow the Military Police car (containing his kids) to the police station and sign for their release. As they were departing the building, I took one more look at Tom Brady’s number getting smaller in the parking lot and felt compelled to yell, “Who Dat!”
I looked over my shoulder and saw the GM standing behind me with a knowing smile. “The perfect game,” he said.
I had a cigarette.
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