Why the Saints Need Michael Vick

As I drove back home from Sunday Mass at Our Lady of Hopeless Cases, I saw a guy holding up a sign under the Claiborne St. overpass that read: "Homeless, hungry, just lost the CBS sportswriter competition, will work for food," and it scared the living hell out of me to the point where I dialed up my shrink who is vacationing with his 23 year-old Iranian girlfriend in the Virgin Islands. He told me life is indeed not fair and then we lost the connection. I, myself, admit that I struck my computer monitor hard several times after I found out I was not a CBS choice, but now I am about as gracious a loser as you will ever hope to find and vow to read every word of the new Saints correspondent's articles with avid interest and great enthusiasm. The opening of training camp is less than two weeks away, and while I considered writing a piece that related Tom Watson's dramatic performance at the British Open to the New Orleans Saints in t...