Carry on, my wayward son…
So what was your favorite moment of the Matt Baker era?
Thursday night the Saints head up to the part of the Louisiana Purchase now known as Missourah, The Blow Me State, to battle Herm Edwards’ Chiefs.
Ah, Kansas City. Where the only thing on the dinner menu more popular than the ribs is the giant bowl of crystal meth.
Yes, Kansas City. Where Joe Montana and Marcus Allen went to die. (Actually, Montana is very much alive. But not to worry, you won’t disturb him. He’ll be in his room masturbating.)
I’ll be dead in the cold, cold ground before I recognize Missourah, home of the world’s most buttoned down, plastic fantastic, no character, forget-about-the-meat barbecue sauce on the planet. Masterpiece my ass. Brisket > ribs anyway.
Which is why it’s going to be such a thrill to see listen to the Saints put it to the Chiefs the way Abe Lincoln put it to Valentine Tapley’s ability to get chicks. more…


Do other teams’ fans go this apeshit over their second string quarterback?