2022 New Orleans Saints Team Preview

DJ TAJ - September 8, 2022September 8, 2022

The Rattle of Metal Ghosts Everyone is dead, nothing left, smoke is all you see, the sound of laughter from little devils surrounds you. Burning and pestilence, greed and blood, dishonor, lie to hide the truth. We have to go to war with ourselves. Murder most foul right in my own

Dreams really do come true, if you’re an idiot

DJ TAJ - March 23, 2022March 21, 2022

My eyes fly open, sleep is instantly gone. I have seen my future and I know what I’m going to do with the rest of my sad existence. Have you ever been to a golf driving range and seen some loser in one of those crappy old machines picking up golf

Here Lies the Past

DJ TAJ - October 13, 2021October 13, 2021

I was in this horrible place several years ago Then my own personal demons cast me out, but not this time. When you're trespassing in the land of ghosts, it’s best to be aware of your surroundings. Madness dwells, the air is filled with it. As you stand on the fetid ground It splits open under

The Gods of Football

DJ TAJ - September 23, 2021September 25, 2021

You want one of these? You know you do, you know how you get one? You earn it by working hard and spilling hot blood. So I wake to a glorious morning and pack my bags. You see I’m off to Reedley California. 202 miles of searing road that leads to

Let’s go to Hollywood, but why?

DJ TAJ - July 28, 2021July 28, 2021

Marilyn. I want to find Marilyn What? I need to meet Marilyn Hey dude, I don’t know if you know it or not but Marilyn is dead, has been dead for a long time. I know, I know, just listen to me, you may not believe this but I know where she is. No way bro, where? Can’t

Sunday Gravy with DJ TAJ! I am going to predict your future.

DJ TAJ - May 2, 2021April 30, 2021

Ah sleep, is there anything better? Don't have to hear your partner nag you or your boss say something stupid, again. Warm cozy snoozing and the dreams are amazing, what did "The Stranglers" say? "Walking on the beaches looking at the peaches" Suddenly your eyes fly open searing pain slams

New Orleans Saints Season Preview: A DJ TAJ Joint

yeah right - August 26, 2020August 24, 2020

Oh What, You Don't have one of these? It's Okay You can Kiss mine Football, what’s football? I know what a pandemic is, I didn’t used to, but I damn sure know now. First let me say that of course I want the cherished game televised in all its splendor right in my

Sunday Gravy with yeah right and DJ TAJ: A Joint Effort for a Pulled Pork Sandwich

yeah right - May 24, 2020May 23, 2020

DJ TAj will start our proceedings today Welcome to week 8 or is it 9? in the Covid cave, Christ does it even matter? Personnel hygiene has become optional and I've been wearing the same pair of underwear for eleven days ( I wonder what the record is?) the constant stench

Sunday Gravy with DJ TAJ: You can’t beatus this meatus

yeah right - May 10, 2020May 9, 2020

Damn I think I'm going crazy, six weeks locked in the Covid cave, and why 19? How come it's not twelve or six? Covid-6 sounds like a scary old Bela Lugosi movie, way more terrifying than silly old 19. Drinking starts daily around 1:00 in the afternoon, insanity and confusion follow

“Foof” – A DJ Taj Grim Airy Tale.

yeah right - April 13, 2020April 13, 2020

Banner image via I'm just a little kid, it was late at night. I was scared of life having awakened from the dream of the dead kid chasing me again. I needed a hug from Mom and a glass of water, nothing else would suffice. I stumbled forth from my room and

The Real Puppy Dance: New Orleans Saints at the Bye

yeah right - November 5, 2019November 4, 2019

As I have done this on multiple occasions now it has been brought to my attention that most tales I weave are from a dark scary corner in Hell where I dwell, so, what's wrong with that? How about a completely new side from your old Taj Bone'r? Let's try something happier. Never

Saints Team Preview 2019

yeah right - August 20, 2019August 16, 2019

He's not dead, he's drunk! Two years in a row the sky crashed open, the world ended in violence and heartbreak. Some kind of voodoo magic fills the air, smoke pestilence, outrage, disgrace no other way to explain it. No one giggles anymore. The game was over, victory was ours and then