Sometimes you kick, sometimes you get kicked…
Yikes.
I would like to take this opportunity to send my heartfelt thanks to the LSU football team for giving me just enough reason not to shoot myself in the face and crotch this weekend. LSU’s performance was the only thing keeping it from being one of the more craptacular weekends in recent memory. I knew that being a shameless HOMER(!!!!!!) would come in handy someday.
The Saints’ performance last Thursday night was straight up asstastic. Coach Mora said it best: "It was a horseshit performance in the second half. Horseshit." It was an ass-kicking of epic proportions. A humiliating kick to the crotch. Not since the last time the Saints played Indy have they been so completely and thoroughly handled.
I won’t bore or further sicken you, or myself, by rehashing the gory details. We’ve all hashed it and rehashed it ad infinitum since then. Those of us who are masochistic enough to spend time on message boards have watched as hundreds have tried for the last four days to one-up one another and win the coveted "most inane, overwrought, nonsensical hissy-fit" award. If the game didn’t make you cry, surely the aftermath has made you weep for the state of the human condition amongst the message board population.

