Well that was one hell of a fun way to spend a Sunday afternoon. Correct me if I’m wrong, but that sure didn’t smell like "just a win." That smelled more like a "springboard win."

The only thing I can come up with to bitch about this week is Drew Brees, who by his standards straight up sucked. Come on Drew, only 363 passing yards? Sheesh. 65.7% completion rate? Terrible. Minus-1 rushing? Come on, get your head out of your ass.

At the end of the first quarter, the guys on Fox were going on and on about how the 49ers’ blitzing was totally screwing with Drew’s mojo. They were right. Drew was 5-11 at the time with a pick. I turned to the guy sitting next to me and asked "So, how long do you think it’s gonna take before Drew figures this out and just starts ripping it apart?" It wasn’t long. There were only 6 more incompletions the rest of the game. Four passes of 30+. Three passing touchdowns. The craziest part of it all is that it doesn’t even blow my mind anymore.

Take your pick.

Sincerely,
 

PS: If you’re not one to check in every day, there’s an actual post below that you may have missed. Just a heads up.

I think this is gonna be the week, bitches. The timing seems to be just right for Dulymus’ triumphant return to the ranks of Dudes Sean Payton Allows To Tote The Rock.

The Believer will tell you that it probably makes more football sense than it would have in any of the first three games. San Francisco has the weakest run defense and the strongest pass defense the Saints will have faced so far.

The Cynic will tell you that, between the injuries and the public perception reaching critical mass, Coach Payton might not have much choice left.

Assuming that the Saints are able to field a team Sunday, they’ll be back home in the Dome to take on the 49ers. In the meantime, the Saints’ very own DHARMA pit continues to fill with the bodies of the purged. Where’s Taller Ghost Walt when you need him?

Memo to Coach: Stop fucking with Ben.

The good news is that Terrance Copper may be available to re-assume his role as the Saints’ emergency quarterback, which will enable Sean Payton to insert Joey Harrington into his intended role… short-yardage tailback.

Say, how’s that whole "Keep the grizzled veteran who sucked for 4 years, but has been PERFECT AS A SAINT over a sample size of 5 whole kicks" strategy workin’ out for ya? Pretty good?

Told You So Guy is a douchebag. Not as big a douchebag as Marteen, but a douchebag nonetheless. So I’ll refrain from being that guy. Instead, I’ll just say this: IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.

But on the plus side, how about that performance by Joey Harrington? Good thing we picked that guy up, and right in the nick of time too. 

Ah sweet, sweet Colorado. How I love thee. Home of Lon Chaney, Jello Biafra and Ellis Wyatt. Adopted home of Midas Mulligan. Conveniently bisected by the Rio Norte Line. The brisk, mile-high thin air enveloping your purple mountains is enough to get a brother downright stoned. Especially when it’s inhaled through a bong. And the omelettes. Those magnificent omelettes.

Sure, John Denver was responsible for some of the most abhorrent music ever known to mankind, but you can hardly be held responsible for that. After all, he was originally from Texas. (Explains a lot, don’t it?)

SELA will always be "Home" for me. And I fully anticipate being dead by 40. But if for some reason I wake up one morning and discover that I’m an old man, chances are that if you need me, I’ll be in Colorado. Probably Denver or Colorado Springs, assuming I’m unable to locate Mulligan’s Valley.

Well wasn’t that just a steaming pile of horseshit?

I’m gonna do my level best here to stop myself from hopping aboard the midnight train to Squirrel City, but unfortunately I can make no promises. I thought I’d feel better after sleeping on it and watching the game again while sober. Instead, it’s just made me start drinking again. Which I suppose will have to suffice as this week’s silver lining.

Perhaps it’ll help if I start with the positives. Here’s the list: Reggie Bush, Jon Vilma. The end. Through two games, Vilma is on pace for TWO HUNDRED tackles. Holy shit. I don’t even want to think about what this defense would be looking like right now without that guy. As for Reggie… well, it’s a little more complicated. It’s still inconsistent. It’s still a bit of a mixed blessing. He still can’t run for shit when he takes a handoff. But the bottom line is that he’s delivering. Color me impressed.