While watching the Saints’ defense get dismantled by Cam Newton and the Panthers, I realized I hadn’t had that much fun since that time I was at a construction site and a rusty nail went through my foot. But as painful as it was to watch, I must say I walked away from Sunday’s horrid ordeal with a positive outlook. You see unlike in week 1, this week I was smart enough to stock up on both beer AND wine before the game.
Oh wait…you thought I saw something positive in that crap-tacular display we put on the field? Don’t be silly, little birdies! I’ve pulled things out of my dog’s butt that looked better than our alleged “defense.” We couldn’t tackle. We couldn’t cover. We couldn’t even use common sense…as in, making sure, oh I don’t know, SOMEONE keeps an eye on the potential future hall of fame wide receiver when he’s on the field. It would be embarrassing if it weren’t so damn silly.
And then there’s Drew. Our $100 million dollar man. We’ve cut him a lot of slack