While the New Orleans Saints and fans debate the future of Drew Brees due to his $30 million dollar dent to the existing salary cap, there is little doubt that even in an off year, Brees is in a class of his own--even at age 36.
by Jim W. Miller
The way the first three quarters of the Saints season has gone, I’ve been expecting the “playing for pride” stories to emerge at any time. And, lo and behold, when I opened the local wipe on Sunday morning, there it was, right on schedule! The “playing for pride,” or PFP, story is a journalistic crutch which occurs when reporters covering a bottom-rung team have exhausted just about every other story idea possible.
You may be just sobering up from that fantasmagorical Saints’ shootout win over the New York Giants on Sunday, but when you finally come to your senses, consider this: We have just experienced what might be the most memorable 30-hour streak in sports history. I am not talking about wall-to-wall ball of close games. I am talking about a series of events that sporting fans will still be talking about ten years from now. And, although it is during the meat of the college football season, not one college game entered into it.
by Jim W. Miller
The first preseason game should never be an indication of what an NFL team will do in the regular season. At least, I hope not. Thursday’s 30-27 loss at Baltimore revealed some striking similarities to the hobgoblins of 2014 in the form of unnecessary penalties, key injuries and the defense’s ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
by Jim W. Miller
I don’t know many people who laugh at funerals, but pardon me while I chuckle at the reaction from Who Dat Nation over the Saints’ trade of TE Jimmy Graham to Seattle on Tuesday. No, change that “TE” identification to “Icon” with a capital “I” because if you polled Saints’ fans before about 3 p.m. Tuesday, Graham would have been listed at No. 2 current “Saint of Saints” behind QB and Icon Drew Brees.
It was reassuring to see Drew Brees in uniform and playing at a high level on Saturday night, even if it was just for two series. In his first action of the preseason, Brees made his short stint look like skelly drills when he methodically took his team down the field against little apparent opposition from the Colts' first teamers. He was passing, he was handing off and, ye gods! he even was running the ball to gain key yardage. I could have done without the latter, and I am certain that most of Who Dat Nation felt the same way.
Didn’t they make a movie about this? Giddy tourists leave their comfortable home to vacation in an exotic clime that promises fun, frolic and great excitement? Did you get a flashback of "National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation" while watching the Saints venture off from the security of the Superdome Sunday for a disastrous road trip to St. Louis? Like the Griswolds, the Saints suffered every indignity imaginable as they gift-wrapped turnovers, missed field goals and made the Rams defense feel like it was Christmas morning.
If somebody had told me Saturday night the Saints defense would pull Sean Payton’s acorns out of the fire for an unlikely victory the next day, I would have scoffed. No, I would have done more than scoff. I would have continued dining on the Trout Payton at Impastato’s in Metairie and might even have ordered a side of the Veal Payton.
The one thing that has jumped out to me so far in this Saints offseason has been the number of serious injuries. Even before training camp opened, the team lost prized free agent linebacker Victor Butler for the season.
Drew Brees said today that the NFL league office and Roger Goodell have no credibility “with us as players” and he felt “some of the fans”.