For those of you not familiar with fantasy football I will give you a very brief introduction: It’s Dungeons & Dragons for sports nerds and has had a very dramatic rise in popularity over the last decade. I’ll admit that NFL football cast a level 5 charm spell over me very early in life and I have been playing fantasy football since my sophomore year of high school (which was more than a few vintages ago.) The similarities with wine geekdome are many… lots of hard to pronounce names, numbers (vintages) are of huge importance, and most normal people find in depth conversations about both subjects to be a tad bit boring.
As the end of the month looms, I find myself checking the calendar to find out what day of the week dreaded inventory will fall upon. Will it interfere with a scheduled day off? Will the long hours of a busy day at the restaurant only be extended by hours spent counting bottles of wine? I’ve spent many a New Year’s Day nursing a hangover and counting wine in a quiet restaurant while my fellow coworkers are resting comfortably in their beds.
My Katrina story starts like most you’ll read this week on NewOrleans.com. I left, it flooded, I lost everything and then I started over. When I say I, I mean “we” and by “we” I mean my wife (who was my girlfriend at the time) and I. Shannon is as vital to my story as I am...and easier on the eyes.
First, here is a little background on my life Pre K. I was a Manager at Herbsaint and heavily involved with the wine list but not in charge of it. Shannon and I had just finished the renovation on our side of our Mid-City shotgun double. I had spent the week Herbsaint was closed in July building a deck in our backyard which came out pretty nice. Things were good.