For better or worse, baby. For better or worse. Doesn't matter how many times it backfires on him, and you don't have to look too far back to remember the times in which it has basically blown his heart out of his chest (e.g. SKOL clap), Sean Payton only knows how to be himself. Just so happens that himself happens to be positively pettier than a scorned ex-girlfriend with the snarky social media presence of an NBA player. He's never going to change, but nor should he with how well his 12-2 team has taken on his personality. There are going to be instances in which the Saints antagonize with their well-earned arrogance, but as long as they keep on backing it up then the only laughs to be had will be with them as opposed to at them. If there was anything learned throughout three straight 7-9 seasons then it's that losing is far too unforgiving to be worried about conforming to someone else's idea of "classy" when winning. With that said, no insult will go un-added to proverbial injury. There's just too much spice in that locker room for salt not to get rubbed in wounds. This team, at the leadership of its head coach, is having too much fun to concern themselves with others who might feel some type of way about it. Love him or love to hate him, Sean Payton is putting the strokes together in painting a goddamn Picasso of pettiness, and the only thing that could knock it from it's easel is the Saints not reaching their championship potential. The time will come when they have to prove it entirely deserved, but for now? The only thing more fun than football is the spoils (and trolls) of victory. Therefore, North Carolina, this one's for you...
...and former Panther Kurt Coleman...
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