Cromartie Goes AWOL in NOLA.

With less than one day to go till the Lenten Season begins, BBR asked Antonio Cromartie to take in the sights, sounds, and decadence of NOLA on Mardi Gras Day and give us a look at it though his eyes.  Predictably, and unfortunately, ole Antonio headed head first into the merriment and hasn’t reported back like any good reporter would.  Our guess is that he’ll be swallowed by the swale and swill of it all for quite sometime.    So much for pending Lenten promises.

We dialed up emergency relief help to show us the story.  The BBR staff came to the rescue.  Below are several photos of the French Quarter scene on a picture perfect Fat Tuesday.  Iphones take great pictures, but if you are looking at the post on one give the big file a moment to load.  Regardless, here are eighteen photos and a very brief explanation/title to act as your tour guide.  Enjoy.  Enjoy, but not to the Cromartie level of enjoy, please.

Mardi Gras is much safer than you might think. But, if you look for trouble you’ll find it.

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French Quarter corner balconies are architectually very cool!

 

One of many, many Mardi Gras day floats.

 

Robert E. Lee mourns the removal of his statue at Lee Circle not too far away.

 

Blue sky, nothing but blue sky.

 

If you like old world preservation hop on a plane if you haven’t ever been.

 

Like Emeril, the party kicked it up a notch.

 

Trumpty Dumpty.

 

Did we mention 19th century architechture?

 

Your guess is as good as……….

 

Jesus is looking over this debauchery in the background from the back of the St. Louis Cathedral.

 

If you like pina coladas and getting caught in the ………sun.

 

Saints fans feel like Goodell sent in clowns to do a ref’s job.

 

If you want these beads you’ll need to………..

 

The words ” totally awesome” come to mind.

 

The word “awesome” still is top of mind.

 

Bourbon St. is cleaner now than it will be come midnight.

 

Antonio, wherefore art thou Antonio?

Halftime Score -14 from 7.

As the BBR staff descended yesterday on the city of New Orleans for a little Mardi Gras fun today, we couldn’t help but think of Antonio Cromartie.  Mardi Gras means Fat Tuesday.  Fat Tuesday is the day before Ash Wednesday in the Catholic religion.  Ash Wednesday officially kicks of the Lenten Season, or Lent.

Lent is traditionally described as lasting for 40 days, in commemoration of the 40 days Jesus spent fasting in the desert, according to the Gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke, during which he endured temptation by Satan.  During Lent devout Catholics give up or fast from one or more of their favorite foods, drinks, or activities.

So based on the above clearly the catholic religion, Mardi Gras, lent, restraint, and Cromartie would make for strange bedfellows don’t you say?  Therein lies the connection actually.  Cromartie has apparently never met a strange bedfellow.

Antonio Cromartie (born April 15, 1984) is a former NFL starting cornerback.   He played college football at Florida State and was drafted in the first round (19th overall) by the San Diego Chargers in the 2006 NFL Draft. He was selected to four Pro Bowls and was a first-team All-Pro in 2007 after leading the league in interceptions. Cromartie is credited with the longest play in NFL history, returning a missed field goal 109 yards for a touchdown in 2007.   He also played for the Arizona Cardinals, New York Jets and Indianapolis Colts.

Productive might be a word used to describe his career on the field. He played defense. But, on another playing field Cromartie might be called prolific.  There he plays offense.  And,  Antonio’s greatest talent is scoring.   His 14 children at the age of 33 arrived via seven baby mamas.  So the score, which we clearly hope is the final score, is children 14, baby mamas 7.  But, at only 33 years of age we might have only reached halftime.

Several years back when the baby count had reached the meager total of only eight, Antonio was interviewed for a segment on the HBO show Hard Knocks. It’s 1 minute and 27 seconds of pure gold and definitely worth another look.   At that point three of his children were each three years old.  None of the three were twins, nor were they triplets.  Three kids all three years old from three women has to be a record.  3,3,3.  It has to be, doesn’t it?

Cromartie owes, and we assume pays, $336,000 in child support a year.   We hope that he saved/invested wisely from his successful on field career to fund his successful playing the field career.

Mardi Gras gives one a last shot at decadence before Lent sets us straight.  Mr. Cromartie could be the king of this carnival.  He more than qualifies.  We aren’t judging.   Are we?

Lent?  Well, so far, not so much for him.  There is still time though.  It’s only halftime.

We’ll be back after these commercials ladies and gentlemen.  Once again, the score 14 from 7.

Laissez les bon temps rouler!