Drew Brees. The consummate teammate. The consummate professional. Putting that absurdly high contract to work for the boys. You know, the fact that Brees only has one Super Bowl is almost enough to make me go full Arian Foster and start questioning the existence of a higher power. Seriously, if there was a God, Drew Brees would be swimming in accolades. He's just down here on Earth doing the Lord's work. Making sure every last one of his teammates get a break from training camp, no matter how small, to get back and see their families. Giving them a nice relaxing day with the wife and kids before getting back to the dog days of team building. Hopefully this camaraderie works out better than it did last year. If you do something that selfless TWICE and don't end up with a Lombardi trophy to show for it then a refuse to admit there's some eternal resting place in the sky reserved for the kind hearted.
Who even thinks about that? Drew Brees is just sitting there randomly conjuring up nice things to do for his team and "oh I'll just charter an entire flight for 99 people, duh". What's the first thing I would do if I won the lottery? Yup, I'd pay for all my friends to hop on a private flight and head to New Orleans. That's how nice is to be a professional athlete. Drew Brees just took my dream scenario, minus about 1,000 alcoholic beverages, and lived it out on a casual Friday afternoon. You might buy your boys a round of drinks if you're feeling generous, Drew Brees buys them one day trips across the country. I knew I should have started practicing my spiral at a younger age...