Anthony Thomas makes his triumphant return to the Superdome Friday night as the Fightin’ Dick Jaurons leave balmy, 81-degree Rochester for 141-degree New Orleans for sixty minutes of pushing and shoving against our Saints.

You may remember A-Train blowing the roof off the Dome back in 2005 to the tune of 43 carries for 92 yards. Good times. Against who, you ask? Well, uh, the league. Were you thinking that was just one super-inefficient single-game performance? Yeah, no. See, that was the whole season. Like I said, good times.

Aaron Brooks, Todd Bouman, Anto-wayne Smith, Nate Poole, Nate Lawrie, Shad Meier, Jonathan Sullivan, Colby Bockwoldt, Fred Booker. Sideeq Shabazz!!! How in the blue hell did the Saints not win it all that year?

Don’t answer that. Continue Reading…

Well that certainly was a large pile of crap.

So that’s why they call it “midseason form.” Because if teams typically hit on all cylinders a week after reporting to camp, they’d probably call it “preseason form.” It seems so simple, it’s a wonder more people simply don’t seem to understand it.

Actually though, I have to give the gen pop their due. Considering what an ass-kicking the Saints took last night, I was actually quite surprised by the relative lack of wailing and gnashing of teeth in the immediate aftermath. Of course, all bets are off every time the Saints take the field, or so it seems, so there’s no guarantee that the sky won’t start falling sometime Friday evening.

But in the meantime, the reaction to last night sure does seem to demonstrate how effective Coach Payton and crew have been in changing the culture of the Saints. Rather than incessant cries of “Same Old Saints” the prevailing sentiment seemed to be dismissive of all things negative. Maybe even overly so. Continue Reading…

We’ve seen this done on other sites, and it looks like big fun, so we figured we’d give it a try.

We have no idea whether or not we have enough readers to pull this off, or whether or not what readers we do have give a shit. But we’re gonna give it a shot anyway.

Everyone is invited to post their running game commentary here. You don’t even have to be wearing pants.

Hopefully the end result won’t suck. If it does, we’ll keep trying until we’re fully gelled and in midseason form.

It’s about that time. Saints football is BACK, bitches! I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a week-long priapism, and I’m thinking of seeking medical attention.

This Sunday night, a whopping 20,000 people will squeeze into tiny little Fawcett Stadium in the shadow of the world’s largest juicer to watch the Saints take on Señor Fathead and the Pittsburgh Steelers for about 20 minutes or so.

Then they’ll watch a bunch of dudes with names like Sepulveda and Capizzi get yelled at from the sideline for another three hours while wondering how long before they can get the fuck out of Ohio. Sounds like a hell of an evening.

The rest of us will be sitting in front of a tee vee somewhere, so fucking geeked about Saints football being back that we’ll hardly notice Greg Gumbel making Wayne Brady look like Malcolm X whilst gingerly tiptoeing through those moments where his producer insists that he talk about anything even remotely related to football. We suffer for our Saints. That’s what makes us so badass. Continue Reading…

Just how irrelevant has the “legitimate media” made itself?

Oh sure, we still read the Times-Picayune’s Saints coverage. Hell it’s Saints coverage… in a manner of speaking. A few of us still actually blacken our fingers each morning to do so, while the rest of us opt to trudge through trying to figure out how to navigate the perpetually-retooling nola.com this week, where, in exchange for clean fingers and 50 cents saved, we gladly subject ourselves to intrusive ads, superfluous, stats-inflating clicks to “page 2″ and seemingly-random, always aesthetically-displeasing “styling.”

We do it because we’re hard core. You’d have to be, being that on any given morning you stand a 20% chance of unwittingly stumbling across a Peter Finney piece. (The white space is the best part! And Pete is kind enough to make the white space 80% of the article. Thanks, Pete!)

But when you think about it, would it make a damn bit of difference if the Times-Picayune just up and stopped covering the Saints completely? Continue Reading…