So long ago
Was it in a dream, was it just a dream?
I know, yes I know
Seemed so very real, it seemed so real to me

Was it really just last year? Seems like so long ago. 2-0, Gleason’s block, all day coverage on all the major sports networks, people were falling in love with the Saints all over again. Hard to believe that was just 364 days ago. And now?

Strange days indeed. Most peculiar, mama.

The Saints are 0-2 and there’s a freaky mix of confusion, denial, desperation and general, all-purpose pissedoffedness surrounding tonight’s game. On message boards, everybody’s talking and no one says a word. Everybody’s making love and no one really cares. There’s Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs. On the field, there’s always something happening and nothing going on. There’s always something cooking but nothing in the pot. They’re reeling down on Airline, so we’ll go with what we’ve got.

But I have a dream today, people. A #9 Dream. A totally hippified, tripped-out, unrealistically-positive dream. A dream that tonight is the night #9 takes this team on his back and ends this little nightmare.

You just know Drew’s gotta be thinking "Christ you know it ain’t easy. You know how hard it can be. The way things are goin’, they’re gonna crucify me."

But dammit Drew, snap out of it already. Who the hell do you think you are? A superstar? Well right you are.

It’s time to spread your wings and fly, don’t let another day go by. It’ll be just like starting over. Starting ovAAAAAAAH (look out!)

That’s my dream today, Drew. It’s on you. Ow! Don’t let me down, don’t let me down (can you dig it?) Don’t let me down, don’t let me down.

Are ya with me, brothers and sisters? If so, let the game commentary flow….