Title: Super Bowl Party in New Orleans!
Featuring: Adrien Cochrane
Date: 2/7/2010
Location: Cochrane Residence in Chalmette, Louisiana
4:40 PM CST, shortly before Super Bowl kickoff
Adrien: "Come on, guys! You have to have faith! We did, after all, make it this far!
[Adrien Cochrane, who is proudly wearing a Drew Brees jersey, shakes his head in disbelief from his family and friends. Sitting on the sofa was his mother, who was actually wearing a Jeremy Shockey jersey herself. Next to her was Adrien’s father, who was just wearing a pair of jeans with polo shirt. Lying across the love seat was Adrien’s red-headed friend, Michael, who had his "Who Dat?" t-shirt on. They were expecting a few more people soon to arrive, as evidenced by all the food on a table set up near the back of the living room. Adrien, who is too excited to sit down, grabs a drink, still shaking his head.]
Michael: "If it’s any consolation, I’ll say that both sides have a fifty-fifty chance of winning. The Saints could do it!"
[Adrien rolls his eyes.]
Adrien: "Gee, thanks…"
Mom: "I’m just saying, we shouldn’t get our hopes up."
Adrien: "Isn’t that the point of the evening? Are we gonna draw up the pool numbers yet?"
Dad: "Let’s wait for a few more people to get here."
5:20 PM, immediately before kickoff
[A few more people have arrived, including Adrien’s brothers with their respective families.]
Dad: "Wow, Rickey Jackson got in the Hall of Fame."
[One of Adrien’s nephews look confused at the television screen.]
Kid: "Who was Rickey Jackson?"
[Most of the people in the living room laugh. Adrien kindly answers the young boy’s question.]
Adrien: "He played for the Saints a long time ago. Who’s ready for kickoff?!?!"
[Everyone gives an enthusiastic roar.]
Michael: "As long as I win this pool, we’re good. What’s my numbers again, Adrien?"
Adrien: "Saints one and Colts seven."
Michael: "Hmm…I can hope for a twenty-one to seven win from our boys! Good numbers. Good number, indeed."
5:55 PM, near the end of first quarter
Come on, guys. You can do this!!
Mom: "I told you. I told you. I really want them to win this, but we have to be realistic. It’s not going to happen."
[Michael, not pleased with the outcome of the game or his pool numbers.]
Michael: "Do you HAVE to be such a downer? You don’t have these atrocious numbers!"
[Adrien sits silently in his recliner, his eyes fixated on the screen, saying a prayer under his breath. Meanwhile, Adrien’s father and Adrien’s next-door neighbor, George, are getting into an intense debate over the halftime show.]
Dad: "The Who are one of my favorite bands, up there with The Beatles and Queen, but realistically, they cannot still have it in them to give the performance they could twenty years ago."
George: "If the Rolling Stones can do it, so can the Who."
Dad: "The line-up for the Stones never changed as drastically like the Who’s has."
[Adrien’s brother, Jay, comes in to stop the arguing between them.]
Jay: "Come on, guys. Let’s go back to watching the game."
Adrien: "We need to do MUCH better in the second quarter."
[Michael lays back on the kitchen chair.]
Michael: "And the third…and the fourth…and maybe overtime if we’re lucky."
7:15 PM, after halftime
Adrien: "Well, the Who performance was not THAT bad!!"
[Ludie Cochrane has a big smug on his face and looks at George.]
Dad: "I told you so."
George: "What are you talking about?! Your own son, a rock musician and producer, said it wasn’t that bad!!"
[As for Michael and Adrien’s mother…]
Mom: "So you really think that field goal took momentum from the Colts?"
[Michael replies with a matter-of-fact tone.]
Michael: "Yes, I do. They stopped the Colts on three runs and then scored. Once they get the ball back, I predict a touchdown."
Jay: "As long as Manning doesn’t score another one before we get that far."
Adrien: "Possible, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I’m pretty sure Williams has a game plan for the second half. Hey, it’s coming back on…"
[Everyone takes a sip of whatever they’ve been drinking as they await Morstead to kick it away.]
[Onside kick.]
[A room full of people spitting out what they were drinking.]
Michael: "Or they could do that…"
7:49 PM, after Hartley’s field goal to make the game 17-16 Colts
Adrien: "Is he going to get a pay raise yet or not?"
Jay: "He needs one. The dude is the reason we’re in the game."
[The WWA veteran raises his root beer in approval.]
Adrien: "Indeed, big brother."
Michael: "Any way possible I can still win this pool?"
[Adrien does some mental math to help out his friend.]
Adrien: "Well, if the Saints score a field goal and a safety, you got 21-17. That wins the pool for you, right?"
Michael: "Yeah. I’m screwed. But not as screwed as your mom’s skepticism."
Mom: "Oh hush!"
[SMACK!]
Michael: "OUCH!!"
8:19 PM, after Shockey’s TD. Two point conversion attempt is under review.
Michael: "I think he got it!"
Jay: "You’re only saying that because the Saints will only need a touchdown to get your numbers."
Michael: "Is anyone in the room going to disagree with me?"
[The former HRW Manhattan Island smiles. His team has the lead, no matter the outcome of this ruling.]
Adrien: "I think he got it. Regardless, Moore showed he has superhuman toughness to extend the ball like that while he’s being dropped on his head."
Dad: "Coming from the professional wrestler."
Referee on TV: "The two point conversion is good!"
[Cheers!]
8:28 PM, Colts are trying to get a game-tying drive with time running out…
[Adrien Cochrane’s hands have not left his hair since the Colts got the ball. Michael is praying for Manning to slip, hurt himself, and allow the Saints to score once more on offense so he can win the five hundred dollars. Jay is doing what his younger brother is doing minus the hair. All the kids running around the house have their eyes glued to the television. The guy who had the nerve to show up in a Peyton Manning jersey is trying to watch the game through the window. Adrien’s parents, who now have hope in the Saints chances, are holding hands and praying for a stop. George is too busy eating Adrien’s food to care.]
Come on…you can do this, Defense!
[Manning drops back to pass. He looks towards Wayne and throws…]
Jim Nantz on TV: "Picked off! Look out ... and it's Tracy Porter taking it all the way! Touchdown, New Orleans!"
[Screams of joy and yelling fill the air of Adrien Cochrane’s home. Everyone starts hugging anyone within three feet of them, and the Colts fan outside leaves, presumably to head home.]
Michael: "COME ON!! LET THIS BE THE FINAL SCORE!!"
Jay: "Look at Porter pointing and raising his arm! He knows he just won the Saints the Super Bowl!"
Dad: "Manning Face!"
Holy. Shit. Is this a dream?
[Pinch.]
Nope. Not a dream. Oh. My. God…
[Adrien remains speechless, as is his mother and neighbor. Michael eventually grabs Adrien by the shoulders and shakes him back to reality.]
Michael: "They did it! They won the Super Bowl!"
[Adrien can only smile. A tear of joy develops in the corner of each of his blue eyes.]
8:45 PM…Final Score: Saints 31, Colts 17
[Everyone but the kids and the straight-edge Adrien is drunk at this point. Adrien’s phone has not stopped ringing with phone calls from people like Doozer, Python, and Calib Wallace, congratulating him for his team winning their first Super Bowl. Michael won his five hundred dollars from the pool, and people are starting to find their designated drivers or designated pass out spots. With the Saints winning the big game, maybe Adrien shouldn’t discount himself in matches like his triple threat match in Appalachian Wrestling or the big battle royal in Dream. If Adrien can play his cards right, Adrien can do what he waited for his Saints to do his entire life, and that’s win a championship.]
Featuring: Adrien Cochrane
Date: 2/7/2010
Location: Cochrane Residence in Chalmette, Louisiana
4:40 PM CST, shortly before Super Bowl kickoff
Adrien: "Come on, guys! You have to have faith! We did, after all, make it this far!
[Adrien Cochrane, who is proudly wearing a Drew Brees jersey, shakes his head in disbelief from his family and friends. Sitting on the sofa was his mother, who was actually wearing a Jeremy Shockey jersey herself. Next to her was Adrien’s father, who was just wearing a pair of jeans with polo shirt. Lying across the love seat was Adrien’s red-headed friend, Michael, who had his "Who Dat?" t-shirt on. They were expecting a few more people soon to arrive, as evidenced by all the food on a table set up near the back of the living room. Adrien, who is too excited to sit down, grabs a drink, still shaking his head.]
Michael: "If it’s any consolation, I’ll say that both sides have a fifty-fifty chance of winning. The Saints could do it!"
[Adrien rolls his eyes.]
Adrien: "Gee, thanks…"
Mom: "I’m just saying, we shouldn’t get our hopes up."
Adrien: "Isn’t that the point of the evening? Are we gonna draw up the pool numbers yet?"
Dad: "Let’s wait for a few more people to get here."
5:20 PM, immediately before kickoff
[A few more people have arrived, including Adrien’s brothers with their respective families.]
Dad: "Wow, Rickey Jackson got in the Hall of Fame."
[One of Adrien’s nephews look confused at the television screen.]
Kid: "Who was Rickey Jackson?"
[Most of the people in the living room laugh. Adrien kindly answers the young boy’s question.]
Adrien: "He played for the Saints a long time ago. Who’s ready for kickoff?!?!"
[Everyone gives an enthusiastic roar.]
Michael: "As long as I win this pool, we’re good. What’s my numbers again, Adrien?"
Adrien: "Saints one and Colts seven."
Michael: "Hmm…I can hope for a twenty-one to seven win from our boys! Good numbers. Good number, indeed."
5:55 PM, near the end of first quarter
Come on, guys. You can do this!!
Mom: "I told you. I told you. I really want them to win this, but we have to be realistic. It’s not going to happen."
[Michael, not pleased with the outcome of the game or his pool numbers.]
Michael: "Do you HAVE to be such a downer? You don’t have these atrocious numbers!"
[Adrien sits silently in his recliner, his eyes fixated on the screen, saying a prayer under his breath. Meanwhile, Adrien’s father and Adrien’s next-door neighbor, George, are getting into an intense debate over the halftime show.]
Dad: "The Who are one of my favorite bands, up there with The Beatles and Queen, but realistically, they cannot still have it in them to give the performance they could twenty years ago."
George: "If the Rolling Stones can do it, so can the Who."
Dad: "The line-up for the Stones never changed as drastically like the Who’s has."
[Adrien’s brother, Jay, comes in to stop the arguing between them.]
Jay: "Come on, guys. Let’s go back to watching the game."
Adrien: "We need to do MUCH better in the second quarter."
[Michael lays back on the kitchen chair.]
Michael: "And the third…and the fourth…and maybe overtime if we’re lucky."
7:15 PM, after halftime
Adrien: "Well, the Who performance was not THAT bad!!"
[Ludie Cochrane has a big smug on his face and looks at George.]
Dad: "I told you so."
George: "What are you talking about?! Your own son, a rock musician and producer, said it wasn’t that bad!!"
[As for Michael and Adrien’s mother…]
Mom: "So you really think that field goal took momentum from the Colts?"
[Michael replies with a matter-of-fact tone.]
Michael: "Yes, I do. They stopped the Colts on three runs and then scored. Once they get the ball back, I predict a touchdown."
Jay: "As long as Manning doesn’t score another one before we get that far."
Adrien: "Possible, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I’m pretty sure Williams has a game plan for the second half. Hey, it’s coming back on…"
[Everyone takes a sip of whatever they’ve been drinking as they await Morstead to kick it away.]
[Onside kick.]
[A room full of people spitting out what they were drinking.]
Michael: "Or they could do that…"
7:49 PM, after Hartley’s field goal to make the game 17-16 Colts
Adrien: "Is he going to get a pay raise yet or not?"
Jay: "He needs one. The dude is the reason we’re in the game."
[The WWA veteran raises his root beer in approval.]
Adrien: "Indeed, big brother."
Michael: "Any way possible I can still win this pool?"
[Adrien does some mental math to help out his friend.]
Adrien: "Well, if the Saints score a field goal and a safety, you got 21-17. That wins the pool for you, right?"
Michael: "Yeah. I’m screwed. But not as screwed as your mom’s skepticism."
Mom: "Oh hush!"
[SMACK!]
Michael: "OUCH!!"
8:19 PM, after Shockey’s TD. Two point conversion attempt is under review.
Michael: "I think he got it!"
Jay: "You’re only saying that because the Saints will only need a touchdown to get your numbers."
Michael: "Is anyone in the room going to disagree with me?"
[The former HRW Manhattan Island smiles. His team has the lead, no matter the outcome of this ruling.]
Adrien: "I think he got it. Regardless, Moore showed he has superhuman toughness to extend the ball like that while he’s being dropped on his head."
Dad: "Coming from the professional wrestler."
Referee on TV: "The two point conversion is good!"
[Cheers!]
8:28 PM, Colts are trying to get a game-tying drive with time running out…
[Adrien Cochrane’s hands have not left his hair since the Colts got the ball. Michael is praying for Manning to slip, hurt himself, and allow the Saints to score once more on offense so he can win the five hundred dollars. Jay is doing what his younger brother is doing minus the hair. All the kids running around the house have their eyes glued to the television. The guy who had the nerve to show up in a Peyton Manning jersey is trying to watch the game through the window. Adrien’s parents, who now have hope in the Saints chances, are holding hands and praying for a stop. George is too busy eating Adrien’s food to care.]
Come on…you can do this, Defense!
[Manning drops back to pass. He looks towards Wayne and throws…]
Jim Nantz on TV: "Picked off! Look out ... and it's Tracy Porter taking it all the way! Touchdown, New Orleans!"
[Screams of joy and yelling fill the air of Adrien Cochrane’s home. Everyone starts hugging anyone within three feet of them, and the Colts fan outside leaves, presumably to head home.]
Michael: "COME ON!! LET THIS BE THE FINAL SCORE!!"
Jay: "Look at Porter pointing and raising his arm! He knows he just won the Saints the Super Bowl!"
Dad: "Manning Face!"
Holy. Shit. Is this a dream?
[Pinch.]
Nope. Not a dream. Oh. My. God…
[Adrien remains speechless, as is his mother and neighbor. Michael eventually grabs Adrien by the shoulders and shakes him back to reality.]
Michael: "They did it! They won the Super Bowl!"
[Adrien can only smile. A tear of joy develops in the corner of each of his blue eyes.]
8:45 PM…Final Score: Saints 31, Colts 17
[Everyone but the kids and the straight-edge Adrien is drunk at this point. Adrien’s phone has not stopped ringing with phone calls from people like Doozer, Python, and Calib Wallace, congratulating him for his team winning their first Super Bowl. Michael won his five hundred dollars from the pool, and people are starting to find their designated drivers or designated pass out spots. With the Saints winning the big game, maybe Adrien shouldn’t discount himself in matches like his triple threat match in Appalachian Wrestling or the big battle royal in Dream. If Adrien can play his cards right, Adrien can do what he waited for his Saints to do his entire life, and that’s win a championship.]
