Hit It!:
Our friend GW put it best: “This is gonna be one of those days where Drew Brees is just going to sh*t gold for several hours. Nice.”
Quit It!
We can only hope that reverse play on the opening drive and going for it on fourth down in our own territory in the 1st half means Payton’s gotten the “Up yours Saints fans who doubt my genius” out of his system.
Hit it!
Marques Colston, you’re our hero. You are a beast. We’re convinced Keith Brooking could have tied you to a chair, put bacon grease on your palms, and blindfolded you…and you still would have went over 100 yards in receptions. Will you marry Chick-a-Dee and be Nola Chick’s sumthin sumthin on the side?
Quit it!
Eric Johnson. Cause it’s one thing to drop the occasional 1st down. But dropping a touchdown that hits you right in the hands is just sinful.
Hit it!
Aaron Stecker, for being the first Saints rusher to go over 100 yards this season.
Quit it!
Devery “Butterfingers” Henderson. How can one player be so clutch and yet so crappy all in the same season?
Hit it!
DEFENSE! (Clap-clap!) DEFENSE (Clap-clap!)
Quit it!
How fitting that one of the few defensive lowlights of the game involved our friend Jason David gettin scorched.
Hit it!
Kevin Kaesviharn. Damn your name is hard to spell, but we loved hearing it all night. Way to go to the ball and make strong, clean tackles.
Quit it!
Usama Young. When coach told you to demolish the guy on the field during that punt return, he wasn’t talking about your teammate Lance Moore.
Hit it!
Reggie Bush. Cause after seeing how good you looked on the sidelines, “hitting it” was all we could think about.
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It made me so proud to hear the Monday Night announcing trio singing the praises of my favorite guys, Marques and Drew. And Steve Young loves them, too. He couldn’t quit talking about how potent we might be if we can just make it to the playoffs.
I don’t know . . . everyone thinks I’m nuts, but I had to just giggle at P’s choice of plays. Moxie, balls, whatever . . . put him back on the baby Saint name list!
And Mare is out. Can Martin G. ever replace him?
@ michelle: it was so smug, you’d almost be wrong not to love it a little bit.