Championship Premonition Comes True
(from AOL news service)
"I couldn't sleep and I called my dad at 2:30 in the morning," said Garrett Hartley, who was suspended the first four games this season for using a banned stimulant. "I told him, 'Dad, I think I'm gonna kick the game-winner, 42 yards by the right hash.' The first thing he said was, 'You should be sleeping.' Then he said that I know what to do, I've been doing it my whole life.''
Almost five minutes into the extra period, there was the ball, spotted on the right hashmark, 40 yards from the uprights. "That was an amazing feeling, a very surreal thing, two yards away,'' Hartley said. "I've never believed in stuff like that.''
Believe it. The Saints are in the Super Bowl, 43 years after their inception as an NFL franchise. This was Mardi Gras squared, Fat Tuesday on steroids. "This is for everybody in this city," Sean Payton, the first coach to pull off a Saints renaissance, told the crowd. "This stadium used to have holes in it and used to be wet. It's not wet anymore. This is for the city of New Orleans."
Of course in the article the writer had to hint at voodoo!
Anyone working on dreams? I've got a boatload of precognitive dreams.
Billie