Tuesday, September 26, 2006

All Saints. Seriously, That's Their Band Name.


Fine. If nobody else wants to say it, I’ll say it. For everybody who couldn’t figure out how the NFL could miss the opportunity for a regular season grudge match between Drew Brees and A.J. Smith, don’t be too hasty. It has become painfully obvious after last night’s Saintly whooping of Atlanta that the New Orleans Saints are going to the Super Bowl. It’s just a fact, people. Accept it. If you can’t accept it, let me break it down for you.

A) They have Drew Brees. He was the Chargers’ starting QB for a number of years, in case you don’t remember.

B) They have a couple of big time bust out playmakers in Deuce McCallister and Reggie Bush. A certain San Diego football team I know also possesses one or two big play threat type of guys.

C) Punishing run defense and a suspect secondary? Sound like any team you’ve ever heard of?

D) I think I’ve seen they’re kicker somewhere before!

Now, I’m not saying that the Saints are as good as the Chargers, but it appears they’ve put together a reasonable facsimile. You take a team based even loosely on a true story like the Blue & Gold, mix in a heaping bowl of emotion and you have to think that team is going to handle the NFC all year. So, good on you, Drew Brees. You aren’t going to win the Super Bowl, but you’ve convinced me we’ll surely see you sooner rather than later after all. Get on with your bad selves, Saints! But, more importantly, Go Bolts!!!

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