Hit it!
6 tackles, 1 sack, and 2 forced fumbles. Oh yeah, Jon Vilma is making things happen.
Quit it!
3 interceptions, 1 in the end zone, and 1 on what should have been a game tying/winning drive. I repeat, Et tu, Drew-te?
Hit it!
Gary Hartley is soaring up the “Baby Daddy” list. He made a 47 yarder on a sloppy field. He made all his extra points. I know it’s sad to have to be excited about those things, but that’s the world us Saints fans live in these days.
Quit it!
Since it was your first game back Reggie, I won’t diss you for not picking up any rushing yards or for not remembering how to catch a football. I will, however, remind you that running backwards 10 yards on a punt return, only to get tackled for a loss, is the easiest way to secure a spot on the Chicks’ shit Quit list.
Hit it!
I know Jason David got beat for a touchdown, but he also had a safety out of position. Other than that, I thought he did okay. He’s like the stuttering kid in school who you want to see do well on his book report. It’s okay if he stammers over a few words. At least he got it all out, right?
Quit it!
Oh Sean Payton…a reverse on 4th and 1? A pitch to Reggie on 3rd and 1? Really? REALLY?
Hit it!
Yay! None of our players “accidentally” shot themselves! GEAUX SAINTS! (As if having a name like “Plaxico” didn’t make him sound moronic enough…)
Quit it!
Ronde Barber. Seriously, would you just quit already!! I hate freakin’ twins. Freaks of nature if you ask me!
Hit it!
I really dig that Bobby McCray. When I see a sack (hehe…a “sack”), I think McCray. It’s like clock work now.
Quit it!
So…does Jammal Brown practice those untimely false starts and holding penalties or does it just come naturally?
Quit it…again!
F*ck you Mother Nature!
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Man, I was looking back on some of the preseason postings. Some of the comments I made. Even that longwinded story about how I first encountered Mr. Beaver. They managed to sound excited about life, even witty sometimes.
Now? I come on this site just to see what Nola has to say. I’m tired. Worn out.
Tired of Payton always insisting, with a straight face, that he understands what a balanced game is. Sean, there are 11 more steps after admitting that you have a problem.
Tired of thinking about the contracts we just gave to defensive ends that will haunt us for years – trust me on this one, I’m a Nuggets fan also (See Martin, Kenyon). Tired of 3 years of talking about our weaknesses in the secondary, and managing to be impressed at their performance in games where Jeff Garcia throws td bombs to Bryant. Tired especially of the injury situation (Jeezus). Tired of Reggie debates, suns setting on #26, and “this is our year.” Wow.
Some guy just posted on Black and Gold, a dirty birds fan, and the post essentially amounted to “If we beat you guys Sunday, and your playoff hopes get ruined, will your root for us?”
Are you kidding me? Seriously?! This is what it’s come to? I can’t believe I’m not more fired up about the game just because of that comment. Instead, I just feel sort of blah about the whole Saints ordeal. Which, in a way, is a lot worse than feeling terrible about it. I’d rather be downtrodden than Zen.
Zen requires acceptance. And acceptance is something that no fan should ever, ever have to consign themselves to. I don’t ever want to give up my earthly desires. That’s why I’m here, fer chrissakes! Buddhism is not in keeping with the general philosophy of New Orleans, a town I love because it drinks deep of everything. And it certainly doesn’t appeal to me, either. I can’t imagine being proud on my deathbed of all the wonderful and terrible things that I divorced myself from. Screw the falcons, and screw’em twice if they win Sunday. Go Saints! I’ll go down in flames any day. Mu’fuckas in trouble.
I’ve managed to work myself back into proper fan mode just by writing this. I think I’ll post it anyways.
Can’t believe I’m going to go through all of this again next season. Who dat!
I am only reading the “hit its” because I need something to cling to so I can get excited for my trip to the game this weekend.
mb, you’ve summed it all up. you’ve captured the roller coaster, erratic emotions of us who dats. you’ve made me remember why i started this blog…so I could have a place to let it all out and wallow with like minded masochists.
@seester: i implore you to make big things happen at this game. I intended to be there myself but I ended up having to go to DC. May the gris gris be with you.
MB: Those are some of the most eloquent words I have ever read, espcecially “Screw the falcons, and screw’em twice if they win Sunday.” Never had words been truer.
Seester: We’ll be there, even if it’s for the spoiler factor. Over my dead carcass will we lose to those rotten, nasty, stinking pigeons from that other city in our home. Not only no, but gosh-dag-nab-it hell no.
SEESTER YOU ARE SO LUCKY YOU GET TO SEE GLEN HARTLEY IN ACTION OMG!!!!!!!!!!
LOL @ Monty