In the fourth quarter, after the Saints had pulled ahead 24-17, (I'm told) I ran into Carrollton Ave and stopped a streetcar by standing in front of it and waving my arms...
I told the operator the score. She promptly fled her post and came into the bar with us. Attached is a picture of the abandoned streetcar.
Later, I was outside Molly's in the French Quarter. At one point, a lady in a sexy dress climbed onto the roof of a truck, denting it badly, and did what I can only assume was an unlicensed fire dance. Picture also attached.
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