Malcolm Jenkins: "I'm a competitor. I love Sean to death. I know what type of guy and coach he is. That was more so personal between me and him. We talked after the game. It's all good. I know Sean. They're going to go for it. I was more so upset that it was on me. I got a lot of respect for what they're doing, especially Sean." (h/t NBCSports) Sean Payton:
And there you have it, Sean Payton's weekly personal stamp of his own personality on yet another Saints' victory. This time in came in the form of an explicit gesture between old friends turned professional foes, but there's really not all that much of a difference between that and his allegedly back-and-forth with Marcus Peters, or his destructive extinguishment of an annoying fire alarm. All are examples of what makes him the rare coaching equivalent of the agitative asshole that's loathsome to everyone he plays against and lovable to everyone he plays with. As a member of the Super Bowl Saints of 2009, Malcolm Jenkins has a ring that's the direct result of the bullish ways of the man that chose to send a "running back" streaking against the lone starter left in the Eagles secondary on 4th and 7 during the late stages of a game that was already well in hand. Yet, even in knowing what might be coming, he still couldn't suppress the frustration that typically follows a Sean Payton-sent message...
To be honest, I blame neither person, for - as explained by both parties - Jenkins is just as much of a competitor as the guy that decided to have a premium Porsche of a player blow right past him while refusing to take his foot off the gas that far from the finish line. For that reason, had the shoe been on the other foot, as opposed to the one that was firmly implanted in the ass of the Eagles, I'm inclined to believe that Sean Payton would have needed the goddamn power of meditative prayer to keep tucked his middle finger while sharing a snarky stare with Malcolm Jenkins. There's a reason that between them exists the type of healthy respect that allows for the occasional flipping of a bird, and it's because they have a lot in common. As far as I'm concerned, that was a "real recognize real" type situation. The recognition itself wasn't exactly family friendly, but neither is the ruthlessness required to ignore, if not compromise, any and all off-the-field relationships on-the-field. To break down the postgame pleasantries, Malcolm Jenkins was also absolutely right in acknowledging that Sean Payton is always going to go for it there. Sean Payton was also absolutely right in acknowledging that he screwed the priciest of pooch in letting Malcolm Jenkins walk only to pay hand over fist for the massive free agent flop that was Jairus Byrd (though that last part was conveniently left unsaid). So really, facetiously speaking, the only thing that was dead wrong was how dirty the former did the latter given circumstances that probably called for a good old-fashioned "fuck you" that was unquestionably enjoyed by the instigator it was directed at.
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