And now you know exactly how I felt when I read yet another story in the past few days about our mutual neighborhood nuisance, this unceasing barrage of revelations that the Saints organization is going to hell and leading all of us with it. We have been beaten over the head unmercifully since Bountygate was revealed two months ago. Like the nutty neighborhood nuisance, the story returned every few days with more Pay-to-Maim allegations, evidence of an organizational cover-up, appearances before the Lord High Commissioner and the subsequent penalties.
A few weeks of silence gave us hope he had moved to Alaska, but then he returned with a damning audio tape of defensive coordinator Gregg Williams suggesting mayhem on the 49ers during last year's playoffs. But he wasn't finished. Some fool persuades ESPN that GM Mickey Loomis bugged the visiting coaches booth and presumably spent games listening to the foreign gibberish of enemy coaches instead of watching his own team's play on the field. That rumor, thankfully, died the quick death it deserved, but then the Nuisance came back with Jonathan Vilma's pious pronouncements of innocence, followed by the defensive strategy of a law suit against Commissioner Roger Goodell.
And this week he came back again, running down the street naked waving a ledger and shouting through a bullhorn. The ledger allegedly was used to keep track of weekly earnings for Saints players involved in the bounty program. The NFL supposedly has such a document, the existence of which was leaked by those clandestine troublemakers described as "sources with knowledge of the investigation." The bullhorn screamed news that the filmmaker who recorded Williams' threats during the playoffs is now accusing QB Drew Brees and former Saint Scott Fujita of persuading him to release the audio then leaving him hanging as the fall guy.
If all this were a movie, it would be titled Nightmare on Nuisance Street. For me, I've had enough. I am not yet at the point of sitting in my upstairs window with my autographed Leroy Jethro Gibbs sniper rifle, watching in fear for the Nuisance's next assault on my senses and tranquility. I just wish he would move to another block or town or country and start bedeviling others. Like fans of the Falcons or Bucs or somebody else. Just leave our neighborhood alone!
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