Oh, I know. There’s a LOT to talk about in the airline sector this morning. But you know how the song goes, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to…”

Well, I don’t want to cry. My voice is shot anyway. It would be more like a croak. As for my hands? Let’s just put it this way. Ever clap so much and so hard that, hours later, your hands feel like you’ve played the piano for 20 hours and you can’t sleep they ache so much?

Yep. Sounds like yours truly was at a sporting event yesterday.

And not just any sporting event.

No, I decided on the spur of the moment that to celebrate that once a year milestone we all have to endure — I was going to go see the Saints play San Francisco in the Superdome Sunday.

David had been pestering me about what I wanted to do to celebrate the aforementioned event, and for some reason (probably a result of way too much food ingested at Thanksgiving), a dinner out did not appeal to me.

Instead I got online, managed to snare two pretty good tickets to the game from the season ticket resell service, (all the home games are sold out) and so yesterday off we went.

Little did I know it was going to be Reggie Bush’s coming out party as he scored four acrobatic touchdowns. I fully expected to hear the Trojan fight song come over the public address system after the third one.

And hey, speaking of music, Jimmy Buffett was on hand to sing the national anthem. How cool is that? As a card-carrying Parrott-head, I was psyched.

R-E-G-G-I-E. R-E-G-G-I-E. R-E-G-G-I-E.

I had forgotten how loud the Dome can be.

Silly me.

Today not only can I not talk, and my hands still hurt, but I woke up hearing that damn chant in my ears.

But that was yesterday. Next Sunday night — the shoot out in Texas stadium with Tony Romo and the Boys.

Yep, I already received three emails and one text message this morning about the game. Considering what a large PBB subscriber base we have in the DFW area, I’m sure they are not going to be the last.

Yes, well, bring on da Boys. Reggie and Deuce are going to rock the house. That is, unless Drew Brees decides to crank up the aerial attack. (But frankly we’re somewhat grounded in that department with a couple of key receivers hurt.)

But either way, Saints take the Cowboys in what is going to be one heck of a game.

Hopefully my voice will have returned by then.