Know what sucks? When you’ve got about ten unpublished blog posts sitting there in the queue, and you can’t figure out how to flesh them out and get them finished. And they just sit there. You go back and try to get one finished, and by the time you give up, you’ve deleted more than you’ve added. Shit.

I’ve got one bitchin’ cold right at the moment, so I didn’t have a whole lot going on yesterday. (Temporarily) gave up on trying to find inspiration for the next installment of the draft preview, so I decided to go ahead and upgrade myself to Wordpress 2.5. Don’t see anything different? That’s how you know it worked, rather than turning into a huge pain in my ass. There’s not a whole lot in this world that’s more satisfying than averting ass pain.

So since I seem to be having so much trouble inspiring myself to write about anything interesting, I figure I’ll pass a little time geeking out with my blogging compadres (assuming, of course, that you’re not one of those Typepad chumps.)

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The 2008 NFL draft is roughly a month away, and I don’t know about you, but I already have my miniature pennant with "Yay, Personnel Acquisition!" silkscreened on it sitting on the coffee table and ready to go.

Meantime, we here at moosedenied are proud to remind you yet again that… well.. quite frankly, we’re big shots. We know people, we hear things. We share with Lou Dobbs an affinity for $250 ties, not once has Aaron Brooks ever screened us straight to voice mail, and we have a standing biweekly date to split an 18 inch Chicago Deep Dish with Dulymus and other various notables.

That being the case, we’ve received some rock-solid inside infomation about what we Saints fans should be expecting to go down with regard to our team during draft weekend. We’ve been holding off on reporting this information until we could confirm it with another inside source. Just this morning we received that confirmation, and so we’re ready to go public with what we’ve heard. This is the kind of stuff you just can’t get from esteemed legitimate media sources like Pete Finney or Kenny Wilkerson. Hell, Ed Staton won’t even copy and paste it and imply that he wrote it. But we’re pretty sure you can take this to the bank…

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GW: I’m a sucker for a pretty face. And a smokin’ hot pair of pasty, glow-in-the-dark gams. Mercy! She also makes us laugh our balls off, which is the coup de grace.

George Bluth Sr.: And don’t forget the rack. That magnificent rack. You know I’m hittin’ that, right?

Kitty Sanchez: Yeah, forget the rack and you can just say goodbye to these. Because it’s the last time!

GOB Bluth: I agree about the rack. And by the way, I’m hittin’ that too.

George Bluth Sr.: You son of a…

I love her. Sue me. The picture to the left is from an autographed pic I found on Google. She signed it: "Thanks for wanting my autograph." That’s how you know she’s the coolest chick on the planet.

Well, apparently the Saints signed themselves a backup quarterback yesterday, reportedly agreeing to terms with Mark Brunell. And you have to figure that everybody’s favorite Mozart-lovin’ third stringer probably woke up this morning entweder sehr glücklich oder sehr angepisst.

That’s Brunell on the right, by the way. That last year in DC messed him up pretty good. Then again, a year in DC tends to do that to a lot of guys.

Oh sure, we could spend the next several paragraphs analyzing all the pros and cons of what Brunell brings to the Saints, and how he compares to Jamie Martin. But let’s not bore the shit out of ourselves, m’kay?

He’s seven months younger than Martin, is roughly the same height and weight, and just like Martin, he completed zero passes for zero yards, zero touchdowns and zero interceptions last year. Brunell is slightly more of a threat to beat you with his feet, having rushed for 3 more yards last year than Martin’s -3. So he’s got that going for him. Which is nice.

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So here’s something you might not have realized. Did you know that last year the Saints were 11th in the NFL in receiving yards from the tight end position?

Six of the ten teams ahead of the Saints got (basically) all of that TE production from a single guy. A single guy who who eats up a big chunk of their payroll. A guy who’s just as likely to get injured as anybody else in the league.

Meantime, the Saints appear to be headed into 2008 rolling once again with the two-headed monster of Billy Miller and the big fat sack of Yale. This is a good thing. One of the more prudent moves of the offseason so far, in my opinion.

The natural fan tendency is to want an alpha male at any given position. An all pro. Or, at the very least, a young stud who we can convince ourselves will eventually be an all pro. Especially when there are players available who fit either description. To most fans, "adequate" simply isn’t good enough. But the thing about that line of thought is… it’s bullshit.

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*BUMPED FROM 7/27/07*

Steve Gleason, we hardly knew ye. We were well aware of your hair. But ye? Not so much.

What we do know is that you’re a badass. A cult hero. A fan-favorite. By all accounts, a genuine good guy who has given his blood, sweat and tears for our New Orleans Saints every single day of the six years you’ve been here. And as far as we know, not once have you ever maimed a dog for your personal pleasure and financial gain.

We’ve heard that you’re a pretty strange cat, and we say that in the most complimentary way possible. A dude who does his own thing, and is in love with life. A damn fine American. All that good shit.

The Saints put you on injured reserve yesterday, and we’d just like you to know that we think that’s a damn shame. A damn shame. I once asked God why bad things happen to good people, but he never got back to me. I’m pretty sure my correspondence got eaten by his spam filter. Stupid fucking AOL.

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Oh yes indeed. Daughter of President David Palmer and hands-down the hottest First Lady in fake American history, Sherry Palmer. Sister of Steven Hyde. Member of the Moon Calf Collective. Exceedingly hot. What’s not to love? Damn, Reggie. You really need to back up off that action you’ve got going on now and get yourself an upgrade. Just a friendly little heads up. You’re welcome.