If you didn’t get to meet my “friend” Fast Eddie before the Tulsa game two weeks ago, you will today. He’s that friend you have that just has a way of dropping in on you when you least expect it. He’s not a bad guy, or even an unpleasant one. He’s just someone who has the worst timing. If you just sat down to dinner, he calls you. If you are enjoying quiet time, he’ll show up. I never have figured out how he does it. He just has a knack. He’s never given me his name. I’ve always called him Fast Eddie. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I hear from behind me. Yeah, it’s Fast Eddie. Just dodging the pot holes on New Orleans streets is enough. Fast Eddie has found me and is pointing out his window, motioning for me to pull over. I tell myself, I am NOT going to be one of those people who stop in the street and put on my blinkers. So, I pull over to a vacant spot on Canal Street. Apparently, Fast Eddie IS one of those “stop traffic, but I have my blinkers on” kind of people. “Dougie!,” he yells at me as he rolls down his window.Read More
Fast Eddie: Tulane-ECU Pick
