Don’t look now, there’s a monkey on ya…
3 parts Seagram’s Seven Crown Whiskey
1 part 7-up
7&7, bitches! Drink up! You can even pour a little Grenadine in there if it makes you feel all holiday warm & fuzzy. It doesn’t make you an unsophisticated drinker. It makes you sloshed. And isn’t that really what it’s all about?
Exactly.
Can you smell the fear coming from East Rutherford, NJ and Minneapolis right about now? No, it’s not just the exhaust from the Turnpike and the lutefisk from Garrison Keillor’s house. It’s fear. Slowly but surely, the Saints are sneaking up on them from behind. And just like when George Michael sneaks up on you from behind, it’s sure to end unpleasantly for all parties involved.
Against all reasonable odds, it appears that the Saints are gonna turn out to be the monkey on the backs of the NFC’s current wildcard holders going into the final two games. Who saw that shit coming after week 4? Don’t look now, but the Saints are 7-3 over their last 10 games, Drew Brees is back to playing the role of Ric (WOOOOOO by God) Ocasek in the video for The Cars’ 1984 smash-hit single "Magic", and if you wanna get real silly, the Saints are 8-1 under Sean Payton against teams with bird mascots. And next up? The Eagles. Suck it, Timothy B. Schmitt!

