Welcome to September, bitches! Do you think it's too long since we took the time? No one's to blame, I know time flies so quickly.
Don't look now, but I do believe it's officially game week. And no, I'm not talking about Thursday night's epic battle between the bottom half of the Saints' roster and the bottom half of the Titans' roster. Far as I'm concerned, as long as Patrick Ramsey and/or Chase Daniel(s) can avoid being run over by a mascot in a golf cart, we're in the black. Hell, I suppose we're already in the black, being as the Saints' trip to Nashville isn't doubling as an evacuation. High five! Continue Reading…
Pop quiz, hotshot: What do you get when a soulless, blundering boob and an arrogant, prickish douchebag get together to see if they can manage to catch lightning in a bottle a second consecutive time?
Well that was a hell of a lot more fun than last week, don't you think? Our Heroes (and Greg McMahon) finally made their triumphant return to the Dome Saturday night, and it was about as crunk as a preseason game can get. It probably helped that thousands of the fans in attendance had already gotten fully precrunkified while enjoying a brand new urban tailgating experience™ at Champions Square Brought To You By Verizon™. It also helped that the Saints' performance was a hell of a lot more like we've come to expect here lately. And of course, we all know why. The Saints are just a whole different team when Morstead's healthy. 
Peter Marshall: Paul, what is the primary problem that develops with men's zippers?
Say, remember November 30, 2009? That was one hell of a fine day right there.
The last few days have been quite the whirlwind for Your World Champion New Orleans Saints. And the real fun hasn't even started yet. I don't know about you, but I could get used to this. High five!
Say, remember a few days ago when we were talking about how hard it is to draw any conclusions from camp practices because every good play by one of our heroes implies a bad play by another one of our heroes? Well, apparently we were full of shit. Somehow, it seems everyone up and down the whole damn roster just kicked a bunch of ass all weekend long. Somebody really needs to give the legitimate media a stern talking to about keeping their collective enthusiasm in check and not getting too carried away. After all, did Ed Daniels not teach us last year that 
How do you know it won't be long before Saints football is back? Those nagging feelings of impending DOOOOM are starting to bubble back up. Hey, old habits die hard.
As a lifelong Saints fan, I've never been that big a fan of the Status Quo. This particular offseason has given me a whole new appreciation, what with the Saints' primary goal having been keeping things as they are, and their having done about as good a job of that as could reasonably have been expected. But now, as the camper vans begin settling in down on Airline for Beastwatch 2010, I'm beginning to remember that sometimes the remake can actually be an improvement over the original. So I'm coming back around to the opinion that… well, screw the Status Quo. Far as I know, there's no rule that says the 2010 Saints can't be even stronger than the 2009 version. Why not? 
Say, remember when the Saints won the Super Bowl? That was awesome. Still feels like it was yesterday, doesn't it? That's probably because you re-watched it yesterday. For about the 400th time.