You Won't Believe This, But Junior Galette Has FINALLY Found Himself "Humbled" After Insanely Turning Down A 2-Year, 10 Million Dollar Deal From The Redskins
I have so, so many questions. The main one, of course, being how a professional athlete who followed up his second straight 10+ sack season by all-but-forcing his release from a $41 million dollar contract with organizational slander, domestic abuse charges (that were backed by video evidence), and enough character issues to make Hank Moody look like Phil Dunphy by comparison was able to avoid humility until now. Junior Galette went from going undrafted, to being (laughably, in hindsight) elected team captain, to getting cut, to spend ding two full seasons nursing career-altering injuries, to moderately contributing for the first since time since 2014, to scoffing at a multi-year deal that was worth well more than what he actually deserved. I guess I'm glad he ran into the reality check that is the lack of a paycheck, but how modesty didn't come close to crossing his mind until now is about as unfathomable as the fact that Drew Rosenhaus let him leave $10 million on the table while he was on an especially slippery downside of his tumultuous career. Junior Galette now has exponentially more NFL logos tatted on him than teams interested in him, but that was somehow predictable despite him possessing a skill set that's at a league-wide premium.
Maybe it's just the scorned fan in me that had to sit idly by as the Saints spent years resurrecting themselves up from under the demons of dead dollars' past, but I'm pretty sure the last thing anyone wants to hear about is how grateful Junior Galette is. We're talking about a guy that was perhaps the league's longest standing unapologetic asshole. A player that showed zero appreciation for the God-given talent he had on the field by constantly pissing into the winds of the prosecution off of it. It just feels insanely disingenuous for him to try to bail from his wave of unabashed arrogance now that it's finally come crashing down on top of him.
After compiling one more sack (3) than he did season-ending injury (2) throughout his three seasons in Washington, Junior Galette turned down a contract that was at least 2x as long and 3x as valuable as any other team would have offered. I'm of the opinion that a professional athlete is worth the max someone will pay them, but - considering the entirety of his past -it's impossible to view that negotiation as anything other than Junior Galette removing his belt and whipping a gift horse in the mouth.
If nothing else, it's an indisputable sign that he learned absolutely nothing throughout one of the most up-and-down NFL careers that I can remember. So forgive me if I'm not ready to throw him a graduation party, as it's pretty clear he's only self-proclaiming his decency diploma in hopes that he'll finagle his way into another job after doing everything possible to get booted out of school.
A St. Louis Jury Decided To Award Reggie Bush 12.5 Million Dollars At The Expense Of The Los Angeles Rams In An Injury Lawsuit From 2015
STLToday- A St. Louis jury has awarded millions of dollars to a former NFL running back who suffered a severe knee injury in a game at the Edward Jones Dome in 2015.
The Los Angeles Rams were ordered to pay Reggie Bush $4.95 million in compensatory damages and $7.5 million in punitive damages.
The jury found the Rams 100 percent liable for Bush's injury. He had also sued public agencies that own and operate the Dome, but they were dismissed from the suit by a judge last week after arguing the football team had control of operations at the facility on game days.
"I'm very happy with the verdict," Bush told the Post-Dispatch after the verdict. "The people spoke and decided very fairly."
First and foremost, it's just nice to see the little guy get a win for once. I know that feels like a weird thing to say that about a universally recognizable athlete that lays claim to maybe the most viewed highlight tape in sports history, a gone-but-not-forgotten Heisman Trophy, the endless love of a region that was inspired by his timely draft selection, a Super Bowl ring, and - most importantly given the context - over $60 million dollars in career earnings. However, in comparison to a multi-billion dollar organization that, like all others, only bends over backwards to bend its talent over the barrel, Reggie Bush couldn't be anymore of the sympathetic figure here.
Of course, it's preposterously inexcusable to circle your NFL stadium with a slick concrete ring that would primarily be stepped on by freak athletes running uncontrollably in cleats. But even if his season-ending and career-threatening injury wasn't the result of a run-in with an off-the-field death trap, everyone should have been rooting for Reg to come out richer in his legal battle against a representative for a league that shamelessly chews up and spits out it's athletes on the field. If you enjoy your Sunday football in spite of the soulless sycophants that suck dry both the earning power and the brain power of its actual entertainers, then you should have reacted to this news in the same way that the people's prosecution did...
In this case, that's especially true if you happen to be from St. Louis. As someone that couldn't imagine having to deal with having a team I root for uplifted by greed, the idea that even one member of the jury factored their neglected fandom into their decision against a defense that included the prick that orchestrated the move to Los Angeles makes me smile. It's a small win that doesn't make right the fact that Missourians have had to watch the Rams transform into a contender on the Left Coast, but it's a win nonetheless. When your undying hatred is directed at one of the NFL's untouchables, those are harder to come by than a human highlight reel like Reggie Bush.
Seeing as the Saints are merely a month and a half removed from mortgaging a significant chunk of their future on a project of a player whose cost was almost unprecedented given his position, hearing the news that Marcus Davenport was going under the knife didn't exactly uplift my mood on a Monday morning. That being said, while I pray they don't take this as a challenge, the unrelenting injury bugs are going to have to bite a hell of a lot harder than that if they are trying to get the Who Dat Nation to pile into a padded room in fear of the sky falling.
At this point last offseason, New Orleans was already without anyone that was even remotely accurate in snapping a football as Max Unger found himself upon a random foot injury. They were also on the verge of learning that their late first round pick was going to be rushed into action as Terron Amstead lost the following 4-6 months to a blocking dummy. And, as if that wasn't enough, the harsh realization that the irregular heart of prized free agent re-signee, Nick Fairley, was all the sudden beating down the door of early retirement. To put it simply, thumb surgery on even the most promising of hand is basically a hang nail in comparison to the unforeseen shit that got shoveled the Saints' way last summer.
When I skimmed through the tweet initially and caught only the name and the word "surgery" I was about ready to seek comfort in the arms of my old friend (and fellow Saints' fan) darkness, but I damn near laughed when I decided to prioritize proofreading ahead of numb paralysis. A thumb injury, HA! We are way past my panties becoming that easily bunched. If Saints' fans weren't immune to a prominent player's offseason operation on a body part that can't even call itself a finger we all would have been knocking down the locked doors of whatever mental institution was keeping us from our schizophrenic Sundays last season.
It undeniably sucks that a pass-rusher who is still rough-around-the-edges is going to miss out on valuable mini-camp reps, but Ocshner Medical is going to have to go two-a-days on the malpractice before a thumb surgery starts costing me any rest.
In Non-News News, Both The Saints And Adrian Peterson Would Be Open To A Reunion In Light Of Mark Ingram's Suspension
There's undoubtedly an impassioned subsect of Saints' fans that automatically correlate last season's rough start with what turned out to be the highly unnecessary presence of Adrian Peterson. In reality, it was a confluence of other factors - such as youth, inexperience, poor execution, and a lack of defined roles - that cost New Orleans their first two games against two very tough opponents. Unfortunately, nuance has not much of place amongst overreactive football fans, so I'm sure that hearing both parties would consider a reunion after Alvin Kamara, in the most heartwarming way possible, sabotaged their first attempt at a relationship has forced the bunching of quite a few panties.
That said, it's not all that hard to see why there might be mutual interest between the Saints and a veteran running back that knows a system that he'd likely improve in if offered an increased role by the vacancy that Mark Ingram is going to leave in the lineup. I can't see them bringing aboard a 33 year old to temporarily help replace a back-to-back 1,000+ yard rusher for just 4 games unless every back that's not coming off a 'Rookie Of The Year' campaign shows a complete lack of professional promise in training camp. Still, worst comes to worst, the abruptness of how things ended isn't going to stop the Saints from fortifying their roster at the least durable of positions in a pinch, just like it won't stop a future first ballot HOFer from exploring one of the the few opportunities presented to him.
That unforgettable glare couldn't have looked more mean, but Sean Payton and Adrian Peterson have had nothing but nice things to say about one another since their midseason split. If absolutely nothing else, they definitely share respect. Honestly, that's all it really takes to respond to "would you be interested in possibly giving it another go?" with something only slightly more open-minded than "HELL NO!".
Mark Ingram Appealed His Suspension On The Grounds That The Substance Responsible For His Test Result Was Neither Illegal Or Performance Enhancing, And Failed
You know what, against my better judgement, I think I might be liable to put some stock in this. Now, admittedly, a small part of the reason I'm willing to do so is because I'm a Saints' fan and thus inclined to give a veteran Saints' player with with no history of wrongdoing the benefit of the doubt. However, the much more influential aspect of this rebuttal is that it claimed a lack of clarity on the part of the NFL. A flat out denial of test results would have only been more cliche than it would be difficult to believe, but a deference of blame to the multibillion dollar operation that's as cautious and structured in their handing of discipline as an alcoholic father with whiskey on his breath? That, I may be able to get on board with.
To be clear, I'd have to be extremely biased to say I didn't still think it was very possible that Mark Ingram took something illegal in hopes of gaining a competitive advantage. If you take out of the equation the likability of the person, the current circumstances of the player's career could easily fit the bill as a motive.
That said, as someone who suffered through the bullshit of BountyGate, who am I to rule out the idea of Roger Goodell and the gang handing out penalties for the use of a substance that they, themselves, have both deemed harmless and circumstantially thrown under the libelous label of 'PED'? Taking excessively self-important measures to protect the shield is very much on-brand for the NFL, and what's more excessively self important than temporarily taking away someone's livelihood for failing to ask if they could use something that you would have allowed them to use anyway?
Having wildly different definitions for 'banned' and 'illegal' makes about as much sense as an insanely violent sport's stance against marijuana usage. Therefore, only the league with an opiate dependency that governs itself about as well as North Korea could ultimately come to the conclusion that what essentially boils down to a lack of manners is punishable by a 4-game suspension. After all, the NFL would rather its players take the field with needles sticking out of their ass than sacrifice a sliver of pride by indirectly admitting their system is flawed at the expense of said players.
Sigh, Mark Ingram Has Been Suspended The First Four Games Of The Season For Violating The NFL's PED Policy
Okay, so one of two things happened here. Either Mark Ingram was careless with what he put into his body...orrrr he took a look at his birth certificate, his contract, the budding star sitting in the stall next to him, and decided to take a calculated risk.
Unfortunately, considering his status as a veteran, I think the second hypothetical is far more likely than the first. That's not to call into question the integrity of a player who has been integral to the Saints' culture change as a vocal leader in the locker room and a selfless player on the sidelines. It is, however, to point out that a 28-year old running back who is likely coming up on the last sizable payday of his career had the motivation to act out of character with a transcendentally talented player in line to take his "starting" job at/by the end of the year.
I don't want to sound like a parent here, but - if he did try to pull one over on the league - I'm not so much mad as I am disappointed. Not only because it was an inevitable suspension waiting to happen, but because the Ingram/Kamara brotherhood, both on and off the field, was one of the most fun aspects of the Saints' resurgence. I was legitimately living vicariously through their bromance, so - while the first quarter of the Saints' schedule isn't too treacherous, and there's no reason to be too skeptical of Alvin Kamara's ability to shoulder the majority of the workload for a month - I'll be rather perturbed if that relationship is at all fractured. I think we're quite a few improvements in advanced analytics away from having a stat for how much chemistry can positively affect a team, but the Saints, led by their running backs, benefited from it in spades during an unexpected season of surpassed expectations. The following, however, does not sound beneficial...
As for Mark Ingram the player, as opposed to the personality, his absence - to put it simply - is going to suck. Not only did he and Kamara make each other's lives exponentially easier en route to having to a historic impact as a duo, but he's gotten more versatile and efficient as his career has rolled on. Four games is more than likely manageable, but if we see anything that remotely resembles the curious case of Willie Snead (circa '17) then a Saints' offense that was finally balanced would take a huge and unnecessary hit during a season that was shaping up to be special.
I guess we'll be getting a look at Boston Scott a little sooner than we thought...
Don't Tell The Saints' Players That Came In At #81 and #82 Respectively Not To Concern Themselves With The NFL's Top 100
Never will I ever fall into the NFL's offseason trap of getting worked up over the outcome of a poll take amongst players that likely had very little interest in putting anything more than a passing thought into the order in which they selected their Top 100 peers. Not only is it nothing more than a cheap way to get people to debate football during the time of year in which football, not-so-coincidentally, couldn't be less newsworthy, but whatever biased, idiotic arguments might ensue are dependent upon the idea that professionally athletes are putting hours of painstaking research into doing the NFL Network's job for them. That's why I always find myself confused when players take offense, seeing as I highly doubt even those that are made mad by the results were happy to closely analyze every single roster in nonsensically judging players with insanely different skill sets against one another.
That being said, I do appreciate that two of players who did take offense happen to be New Orleans Saints. Michael Thomas and Marshon Lattimore might be wasting their energy in getting annoyed by something so meaningless, but if it manifests itself in motivation then who am I to question their frustrations. The 81st and 82nd ranking is definitely too high for a first year and second year player that dramatically altered their team's fortunes on both sides of the ball, but that still puts them puts them in pretty exclusive company. The idea that being slotted in the Top 5-10 players at their position registers as a huge insult to two studs who only stand to improve upon their rookie and sophomore seasons is good news for Saints' fans, and bad news for the rest of the league. Therefore, you won't catch me telling them that the source of that unintended disrespect is quite possibly the most preposterously meaningless practice that currently exists in sports.
The Saints Drafted A 5'7" Running Back, And I Have Never Been More Sure Of A 6th Round Pick's Roster Spot
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My eye for NFL talent is even less keen than the football gurus that put out mock drafts that were varying levels of wildly off base. Therefore, I theoretically can't tell you that a 5'7" running back selected in the late rounds out of a small school in a relatively unheralded conference has what it takes to make his mark at the next level. In the Saints' execution of their 6th round selection of a small, shifty playmaker that broke tackles at a ungodly rate and has proven proficient in both the running and passing game, however, I can tell you that they think they just found their newest toy.
Fans typically flock to exciting offensive players, especially those that have a feel-good story and underdog mentality attached to them, but I don't even think it's the lionization of long shots that has me unable to fathom a scenario in which Sean Payton doesn't find a role for Boston Scott in his offense. It's totally unfair to compare a undervalued draft darling to a 'Hall of Fame' hopeful, but it's also totally impossible to squint at the highlights above and not see Darren Sproles scurrying across your screen. It just is.
Obviously there's a lot that can happen between now and final cuts, but it's weird to think that a 6th round pick would have to beat the odds to get cut from a team whose offensive mastermind salivates at his skill set. With Mark Ingram and Alvin Kamara shattering records as a tandem, the Saints didn't need backfield help. That's why Sean Payton's inability to dismiss the type of talent that he prides himself on getting the absolute most out of is proof that they probably just got a guy that could provide some magic in spelling them.
Marshon Lattimore Spent A Relaxing Afternoon Reminding Draft Pundits That A Trained Monkey Could Do Their Job
Okay, I admit it. I was a little hard on the profession of draft analysis in the headline. Declaratively prognosticating how each and every unfinished product will project at the next level is, in fact, a rather difficult endeavor.
Unfortunately, when you're as wrong as quickly as this random collection of individuals were, the only logical thing to do is compare your "highly educated" opinion to the instinctive grunt of a primate. Marshon Lattimore had basically already lapped the field for Defensive Rookie Of The Year by approximately Week 7, and - as if that weren't a hard enough kick to the dick of the doubters - he didn't even play in Week 3. The kid was almost immediately an absolute beast at a position that typically requires the most unforgiving of transition periods. He inarguably completely transformed a secondary that was only capable of covering the opposition's point spread prior to his arrival. Other than an unfortunate history of injuries, I have absolutely no idea what these people saw when making the leap to calling him a "bust", but they fell about 40 yards short of making any sense whatsoever. Just for the sake of statistically analyzing their ineptitude, that's about three more yards than Marshon Lattimore allowed per game during a rookie season in which he let up all of zero touchdowns.
Suffice to say, he earned the right to celebrate the first anniversary of his promising NFL career by throwing a little shade the way of the "bright minds" whose bulbs clearly need changing after inevitably coming up empty on yet another mock draft.
You can call Sean Payton a lot of derogatory things, as I'm sure plenty of opposing players, coaches, and fans have done just that, but one thing he's not is a liar. He was as unwavering as he's ever been, which is saying something, in declaring the positions the Saints"must" fill prior to the season, and by going all-in on Marcus Davenport he officially checked the third of three boxes.
Obviously I don't think a front office that can hang their hat on last's year historical rookie class in terms of its talent evaluation decided to empty the organizational wallet for just any pass rusher, but after making the absolute most of what's fallen in their lap over the last few years, this was a clear-cut example of how you should go about drafting for need. They identified the player, as opposed to merely his position, that they wanted and they did what they had to do to bring him aboard. The price tag attached to doing so was at a premium, but so was the size, speed, and skill set of a kid whose potential - if moderately realized - could make an up-and-coming defense dangerous. With defensive end being only second to quarterback in terms of the scarcity of talent, sometimes you have to empty your proverbial pocket to push the pocket. Even so, it's a bold move rather than a panic move, as evidenced by the fact that it has been in the works for weeks, and that only makes me feel that much more confident in the people that made it...
Now look, there was a time, not all that long ago actually, in which New Orleanians would have needed a minute to decide whether to bag their heads in paper or plastic if they found out their team went shopping for a defensive player and potentially overpaid for a raw prospect from a small school in the top half of the first round. Fortunately, that time is not now. Last year's turnaround serves as quite the resume for a recently revamped coaching staff that got the absolute most out of its talent in the front seven. There's no longer reason to believe that expecting the Saints to develop defensive players is as fruitless an endeavor as betting against the sun rising. The franchise finally has the internal tools to take on a project and mold the rough edges of someone who is otherwise the physical prototype of a play-killing pass rusher...
As shocking as it may be, I didn't consider UTSA football to be appointment television on Saturday afternoons this past fall. Therefore, my familiarity with Marcus Davenport is limited to videos that are meant to highlight his best attributes. I just have a tough time hating on the selection of a player whose biggest concern is that his dominance made his competition look so damn stupid that you couldn't help but notice how inferior it was.
There will no doubt be an adjustment period when he starts consistently going up against NFL tackles. I'm sure his technique could use some tweaking and his moves could use some modifying. He's not going to flat out bully the types of behemoths he'll see at the next level, so a sure thing he is most definitely not. That said, he'll probably start off by subbing in for Alex Okafor on the opposite side of a double-team magnet in Cam Jordan and being used predominantly in situations where the primary goal is to win a one-on-one matchup and get after the quarterback. If the tape - either video or measurables - is any indication, someone whose path compares to that of Demarcus Ware and whose player profile compares to that Jadeveon Clowney can strong arm his way through those struggles.
All the pieces are in the package, they just need to be assembled. Just like any worthwhile gift from Santa, he might take some time to put it all together, but considering the demand that a newly trusted staff put on adding him to their cart regardless of cost, he should keep teams up at night if he does. This is an undeniable sign that the organization appears as confident as ever that they won't be picking low next year, and another late first is a fair price to pay if it ultimately fills the hole long left by Junior Galette and turns their defensive line into a unit that's capable of wreaking havoc instead of reeking so bad that the secondary has to mask it.
I have no doubts that the Saints have made calls to every team that's up, down, and around them in the draft order, nor do I have any doubt that they'll make the sacrifices that are within reason to get the player they want in the first round. Sean Payton has certainly never been shy about throwing caution to the trade winds and, historically speaking, he definitely prefers to make more of a splash than to tread patiently in the waters.
That being said, I do have my doubts about the significance of this potential jump. In fact, I think it would take a "big leap" to even consider what the Saints might have planned to be a "big leap", because that wording should be reserved for top ten picks and - after doing a quick and relatively ignorant cost-benefit analysis - I've determined that not one player in this draft is both a realistic get and worthy of their future.
Now, I might be inclined to change my tune if Jeff Ireland, who has earned earned enough benefit of the doubt after last year's draft to select me at 27th overall, sees a successor at quarterback, but if that's the case then Sean Payton should cover every Saints' fans co-pay for the second-hand smoke we've had blown up our ass...
For the first time in a long-time, the organization has the faith of its faithful when it comes to personnel decisions so I'm definitely more inclined to support whatever they may do. I just have a hard time believing that will include trading next year's first round pick plus whatever else it would take to leverage a blue chip prospect out of a team that's theoretically has far more of a need for one.
Willie Snead Is All But Out Of New Orleans After Signing A Two-Year Offer Sheet Worth Up To 10 Million With The Ravens
I'm going to go out on a limb and assume that the Ravens don't do that thing where they set the market on a middle-of-the-road free agent far too high, sober up to realize the error of their ways, and fabricate a failed physical to avoid a foolish financial commitment.
That seems like something you count yourself as lucky to get away with once per offseason, so this offer sheet should be a lot less likely to get revoked than Ryan Grant's contract in the following five days...
Therefore, given that I doubt his inexplicable down year is worth (at least) 3.5 million/season to the team that can't blindly bank on the return of a skillset that - in theory - they've already replaced, Willie Snead will most likely be going from the offense that's most likely to efficiently utilize his talents to the offense that's least likely to efficiently utilize his talents.
Truth be told, I'm glad that he's getting the money he earned prior to his DUI-ignited disappearance. I'm just a little disappointed that we won't be able to fully tell the extent to which he bounces back while he's playing in Baltimore. Not that I wanted the Saints to reward a recently unreliable slot receiver with $440,000+ per catch that he had last season, but I was hoping he'd either sign a prove-it deal in New Orleans or get a payday from a team that has something that could be described as a proficient passing attack.
I'm not sure we'll ever know exactly what plagued him following his suspension, but prior to that he was a trustworthy kid that beat the odds of going undrafted to become a safety net for Drew Brees. Hopefully he's able to get back to doing just that for the Ravens. I have my doubts that he will, because Joe Flacco requires a safety net big enough to trap a humpback whale, but I'd be more than happy to be proven wrong. Maybe Sean Payton has a surprise in store, but - considering the addition of Cameron Meredith - I'd imagine the 'Need IV Snead' is currently less than the price tag. If that's the case then a "goodbye" and a "good luck" are certainly in order, for we'll always have 4th-and-12.
In What May Be My Favorite Made Up Stat Of All Time, One Scout Gave The Saints A 50/50 Chance Of Drafting Lamar Jackson
247Sports- NFL scout and Sporting News analyst Eric Galko is of the opinion that the Saints’ connection to Jackson is much stronger than most people think.
“I’ll just throw this out there and you can choose to ignore it: Lamar Jackson, probably a 50 percent chance he goes with 31 teams, and a 50 percent chance he is drafted by the New Orleans Saints,” Galko said on his “Scanning the Field” podcast.
“I’ll just leave that there. I’m saying, literally 50-50.”
BREAKING NEWS: There's a fairly good chance that the Saints draft polarizing quarterback prospect Lamar Jackson in hopes of solidifying themselves under center for the next decade, and...and...and...you'll never believe this but...there's a perfectly equal chance that they don't.
WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT HAPPENING? ISN'T MATH MAGICAL?!?
The truth is, I think this might be my favorite made up stat of all time. It's pretty much neck-in-neck with that time I was at a wedding and the priest said that "only 2% of couples that have faith get divorced". Not that it's a hard bar to set, but the fact that the agenda attached to this one is far less blatant might have it coming into final stretch just a white lie-induced grown nose ahead of the pack.
I mean, to put a percentage point on a proclamation that he'd need access to every single finalized draft board throughout the entire league to calculate, Eric Galko definitely proved that he's completely full of shit. That said, who isn't completely full of shit come draft time? When it comes to predicting how the dice will happen to land in a league-wide crap shoot, being half right is actually incredibly impressive. No matter what the color of the jersey Lamar Jackson dons on stage come April 26th, no one can say that everyone's favorite overly literal draft analyst was more wrong than right about the Louisville product's professional destination, and - given his line of work - that's an invaluable accomplishment to add to his resume. Say what you want about it being an empty assessment that only stands to make him look smarter in time, because - when the undeniable allure of a 51/49 split came-a-calling - he stayed strong in covering all his bases.
Now, of course, I don't think this means that the Saints won't draft Lamar Jackson. If anything, knowing Sean Payton, his suspiciously timed and overly critical critique of the quarterbacks in this draft class (below) lead me to believe that Eric should probably shoot his shot with an 80/20. Still, the fact remains that the math would add up just as admirably on a 62/47 as it does on 50/50 that somehow turned hundreds of fluid factors into a simple "that or that".
Cam Jordan Hopped Back On The Recruiting Trail For Dez Bryant, And His Role As Saints' Twitter Scout Is Officially In Jeopardy
Annnnd, that'll do it. As much as I love Cam Jordan and am liable to agree with just about every one of his opinions following a DPOY-caliber season, the three-strike rule exists for a reason. Despite his best efforts, he swung and missed on Jimmy Graham and Ndamukong Suh, and I think he's now officially out as the Saints' social media recruiter after reaching for a ball that would have hit Dez Bryant in between the numbers before falling harmlessly to the ground.
I don't even hate the former Cowboy as a person, like a lot of football fans, but as a player...in the year 2018? His relative worth as a limited talent is shriveling up quicker than Jerry Jones' junk. I'd honestly rather watch Cameron Meredith limp through the route tree on an air-cast than watch someone who is a pass catcher in position only whine for more wasted targets. The Cowboys' best receiver is Allen Hurns and they just willingly cut ties with Dez Bryant without even suggesting that he take a pay cut. Saying that merely "speaks volumes" would be like saying that Stephen A. Smith has a mumbling problem.
Whatever spot would be made available to Dez Bryant in an offense that's also home to Michael Thomas, Tedd Ginn Jr. (shame on Cam for that exclusion), and Alvin Kamara is one that would undoubtedly leave him bickering about how much better he thinks he is than everyone else knows he is. Therefore, you can count me all the way out on him as the Saints' #4 wide receiver, and - for the first time - you can count me as skeptical of Cam Jordan's long-term future as a Saints' scout.
Me personally? I would never compare a weapon who was left to walk by the offensively-challenged team he played for previously despite having a seemingly reasonable price tag to a New Orleans Saints' legend. His build, skill set, and versatility might appear vaguely familiar, but - when it comes to Cameron Meredith - these fingers will not produce a single mention of any particular wideout who used to roam the slot creating mismatches after being damn close to also going undrafted.
Unfortunately, I am simply not liable for any analogies made by those that might make their living by spending countless hours closely examining game film...
In all seriousness, it kind of feels like the Saints took advantage of the Bears' lack of familiarity with the full range of medical advancements made in the last two decades. Not saying they didn't do their homework on Cameron Meredith, but it appears whatever textbook they were reading from is wildly outdated. Missing a full year due to a serious knee injury is definitely a reason for slight skepticism, but ACL/MCL surgery on a 25 year old in the year 2018 is basically as routine as a back shoulder throw over a trailing linebacker.
We are talking about a kid that has already proven capable of being productive, and - considering his limited history of pass catching - still has plenty of room to grow under an offensive guru that's long salivated at the thought of maneuvering his combination of size and speed up, down, and around the seam and slot. You don't have to do too much dreaming to envision a scenario where Cameron Meredith spends the next two years developing into a vital complementary cog in Sean Payton's offense as Ted Ginn Jr. slowly ages out of it. To be quite frank, the fact that he'll be doing so for merely five million a year when his past successes in a mediocre offense led by a half-retired quarterback were easily worth that seems rather silly, but who am I to complain about the Saints curing their third down woes?
The Saints Have Attempted To Upgrade Their Receiving Corps By Signing Cameron Meredith To An Offer Sheet
Sixty-six catches? 888 yards? Four touchdowns? I don't know what the conversion rate of production expected from the targets of a ready-to-retire Jay Cutler, Brian Hoyer, and Matt Barkley to production expected from the targets of Drew Brees, but I'm fairly certain it favors both the Saints and Cameron Meredith pretty damn heavily.
Obviously it's always a risk to make a multi-year offer to a skill position player coming off season-ending ACL tear, but that ACL tear is what's likely to have made available a 25 year old wide receiver with unteachable size and untapped potential. The former college quarterback will be nearly a year removed from surgery come training camp and has already proved his worth at a position in which he should only become more polished. There's no one I'd rather have doing that polishing than Curtis Johnson, and - given the familiarity - I would imagine this sheet got his stamp of approval prior to being offered.
Touchdown Teddy Ginn isn't getting any younger and his forever suspect hands aren't what anyone would consider a safety valve. The curious case of Willie Snead still remains unsolved. The Saints needed another reliable pass catcher, and if the Bears don't end up matching then they will have attained someone who did a more than admirable job filling in as a number one option when called upon. He obviously wouldn't be expected to stack up 100 yard games in New Orleans, but surely one of the best play-callers in the sport could find a consistent role for someone that was able to defy organizational incompetence to do just that in Chicago.
Simply put, other than the Bears letting him walk due to a price tag that's fitting of the type of complementary weapon he can become, not much else would have to go right to envision a scenario where Cameron Meredith reliably fills the role of taking pressure off Michael Thomas come third down next season. In no more than five days we'll see if the exit door gets left open for him to do so.
I don't think I'm alone in looking at my completely inconspicuous carry-on as if it's supplying the entirety of a cartel every time I make quick eye contact with a police dog in an airport. There's just a certain level of intimidation possessed by K-9's whose amplified senses are trained to serve as surveillance to those traveling...annnnnd it just got put to shame by this military dog.
I know Mark Ingram was running with hesitancy while clad in a suit that hindered his mobility, but we're talking about someone who is basically half-man, half-Tonka truck and makes the meanest motherfuckers on the planet consistently miss for a living...
...annnd he just got flung to the ground with a technically unsound tackle while trying to dodge a dog. If a juiced up, 250 pound linebacker goes that high on someone whose center of gravity sits as low as a goddamn gorilla's then he's probably spending an entire portion of film study getting berated for laying helplessly on the ground as Mark Ingram scooted his way 20 yards upfield. Meanwhile, a pup damn near put him through the dirt with a tackle that would have qualified for the Jacked Up segments of yesteryear. I don't know that I thought differently prior, but after seeing that clip I can definitively declare that our national security is in good paws.
Full disclosure? I was a bit perturbed when the Saints, after what felt like months of not-so-silently shopping him, flipped Brandin Cooks to the Patriots for the return of the latest of firsts and a mid-round pick swap. It's not so much that I was concerned about Sean Payton finding a way to replace the 1,000+ yards and the (give or take) half dozen touchdowns yards that he brought to the table, but rather the fact that 1,000+ yards and a half dozen touchdowns should - in theory - be worth more at said table. In essence, I thought Brandin Cooks resume was more valuable than Brandin Cooks skill set. I was technically wrong, but considering that - as of yesterday - the two most consistent offenses in the NFL have traded him as opposed to paying him, I wasn't too far off the right track.
Brandin Cooks is what he is. A small, speedy wideout who will make big plays, but rarely creates bigs plays. He's an average #1 option statistically, but a high-end #2 option in actuality. He'll might run past a few attempted tackles, but when it comes to taking them on head-to-head a China shop is capable of bulling him out of bounds. Remember, avoiding contact legitimately almost got him both killed and castrated in the same Super Bowl. With a good quarterback throwing him the ball and an offensive-minded coach on the sidelines, he'll continue to have the occasional standpoint performance that makes you wonder why he's become a bit of a journeyman and they'll be surrounded on the schedule by clusters of games in which his role as a footnote will clear that air. He essentially begged his way of New Orleans by complaining about touches in a blowout, only to go to the only other organization that's just as efficient at maximizing their offensive talent...and being used even more sparingly by a team that was otherwise depleted at his position.
I don't mean the following as an insult to the type of person or player that he is, but - as good as he is - Brandin Cooks' legend is very much in his own mind. It was annoying that he stomped his feet into a better situation at the time, but there was nothing that led me to believe he was long for a franchise that's proven adept at navigating the salary cap. His numbers will inevitably (and deservingly) command a significant pay raise, but the same can't be said for an impact that's proven inconsistent. Being deemed expendable by two teams with quality quarterbacks in their twilight years in back-to-back off-seasons isn't a good look, especially since - on paper - Brandin Cooks is anything but a bad player.
Despite him adding to the reinforcements made by a in-conference contender, the Saints' fan in me is comparable to Tom Brady in the sense that he also isn't concerned about some sort of comeuppance at the hands of a friend turned foe, and that speaks volumes about his value...
Drew Brees Is Suing A San Diego Jeweler For 9 Million Dollars After A Re-Appraisal Of A Diamond Ring That Cost Him Over 8 Million Dollars
TMZ- Drew Brees claims he was scammed out of MILLIONS by a jeweler who sold him an $8 MILLION diamond ring ... but the jeweler is saying Brees has no one to blame but himself.
The New Orleans Saints QB has filed a lawsuit against Vahid Moradi -- who runs the CJ Charles jewelry shop in San Diego, the city where Brees began his NFL career.
Brees claims he's been buying jewelry from Moradi for years -- and has dropped roughly $15 MILLION on some insane pieces ... including watches, earrings and rings.
Problem is ... Brees claims he recently had his jewelry independently appraised and was told his collection is worth $9 MILLION less than he paid.
In his suit filed Monday ... Brees says Moradi had insisted his jewelry was a solid investment that would definitely go up in value over the years -- and feels he was lied to the entire time.
Brees claims the biggest hit he took was on a 4.09 carat blue diamond ring he bought in 2015 for $8.18 million ... which recently appraised for only $3.75 million.
But Moradi's high-powered attorney, Eric M. George, says Brees shouldn't be pointing the finger at Moradi ... he can only blame himself.
"Drew Brees aggressively purchased multi-million dollar pieces of jewelry. Years later, claiming to suffer ‘cash flow problems,’ he tried to bully my client into undoing the transactions."
"Mr. Brees’s behavior and his belief that he was wronged because the jewelry did not appreciate in value as quickly as he hoped both demonstrate a lack of integrity and contradict basic principles of both economics and the law."
"He should restrict his game-playing to the football field, and refrain from bullying honest, hard-working businessmen like my client."
Brees is seeking at least $9 million in damages.
Mo' Money, Mo' Problems. Shockingly, it's not just the title of a timelessly stimulating track that perfectly encapsulates an era of hip hop, but rather a very real phenomenon that affects the wealthy. Who knew?!?!
Honestly, my first inclination was to say that this makes Drew Brees look bad. Then I thought about how pissed I would be I spent $150 dollars on a watch only to come to find out that said watch was only worth less than 50% of that price. Multiple that level of disappointment by approximately 53,333 and it becomes a bit easier to understand why the Saints' quarterback was infuriated when he found out the ring he purchased was "only" worth 3.75 million dollars. If we learned anything from this story it's that rap is an irrefutable commentary on society and Kanye West seemed pretty adamant that "diamonds are forever". Therefore, there's something quite fishy about one that supposedly depreciated in value by nearly FIVE MILLION DOLLARS over the span of three years.
Now, regardless of the fact that Drew Brees is more likely to impregnate than not during any given year, the claim of "cash flow problems" seems a bit disingenuous coming from someone that's made nearly 200 million dollars without even taking in account all his endorsements. Unfortunately, it's merely as ridiculous as an attorney talking about a jeweler who casually sells eight million dollar pieces as if he's the 'Joe the Plumber' of iced-out accessories. Due to nothing more than my sheer ignorance on the subject of seven-figure investments, I'm going to assume that both sides are at least a little wrong in waging a litigious war that can best be summed up with the hashtag #RichPeopleProblems.
Starting at 27:00...
TheScore- Jordan joined NFL Network's "Up to the Minute" on Friday to discuss a variety of topics surrounding the Saints' offseason including what they should do with the 27th overall pick. Jordan mentioned Penn State tight end Mike Gesicki and LSU pass-rusher Arden Key as potential targets before alluding to a certain Heisman-winning quarterback.
"If you're looking for an heir apparent, maybe give him the Aaron Rodgers treatment. Let him learn from the best for a couple years and then send him on. But I'm not putting here nor there, I'm just simply saying," Jordan said, according to NFL.com's Nick Shook before clearly mouthing "Lamar Jackson."
I know this may come as a huge surprise, but I have absolutely no idea whether or not Lamar Jackson will be a quality passer in the NFL. Granted, the process of draft analysis has required less and less analyzing as of late, but still. I don't have the knowledge of the position that Chris Simms used to declare him the most talented quarterback in his draft class nor do I have the unrelenting hypocrisy and borderline racial biases that Mel Kiper has used to imply that he's a glorified wide receiver in comparison to Josh Allen.
What I do have, however, is Cam Jordan's endorsement of Lamar Jackson as both a prospect and a potential heir apparent to Drew Brees' pocket. Considering he's just about the only person that believed in the Saints' ability to turn around a defense that was regressively historic in its own incompetence, I'd be liable to bid on the Brooklyn bridge if it were the apple of Cam Jordan's eye. Of course, I'm glad he's not making the final call on who to select 27th overall, but I do see why he might find the Heisman Trophy winner to be worthy of a rolling of the dice in the crap shoot that is the NFL Draft.
I mean, if there's one NFL coach that would embrace the opportunity to develop an unproven and non-protypical quarterback while simultaneously proving a large faction of the media to be dead fucking wrong then he resides in New Orleans. His offensive genius has definitely been made more apparent by the twin-esque telepathy that he shares with a future first ballot HOFer, and you just know that Sean Payton would love to prove it exists independent of Drew Brees with a player that couldn't possibly be more his polar opposite.
Now, that doesn't mean I want the team whose scouting department has gone HAM with the BPA strategy the last couple seasons to select Lamar Jackson if he's not a top their list at the time, but it does mean that I would follow in the gargantuan footsteps of Cam Jordan and be very excited if they did come to the conclusion that he could eventually take the reigns after some tutelage from one of the best to ever take a snap.