I can see it now. It's so clear that it might as well be written in the stars. The New Orleans Saints give a 37 year old Drew Brees a 4 year extension worth $100 million and less than a week later his patchwork offensive line has him counting those zeros from a hospital bed. It's almost too ironic and demoralizing not to happen.
Now, regardless of this season's prospects, do I love giving an aging quarterback a contract that is predicated upon his ability to defy time, science, and common sense? Not particularly. Am I okay with doing so since it's an investment aimed at keeping the Saints relevant for as long as humanly possible? Yeah, I think I am. With how difficult it is to find a competent signal caller in a league that's increasingly pass happy, Drew Brees is worth every one of these $25 million annually.
You could (trust me, I have) argue that there's no harm in putting it off until the end of the season because I think that Drew Brees' loyalty to the city of New Orleans is strong enough that it wouldn't be compromised by contentious business negotiations. That said, if adding a 4th year - that probably won't be successful no matter who is at quarterback - is what it takes for me to not have to blog about this hypothetical fucking contract ever again then I'll hand deliver the offer myself. If the alternative is openly debating Drew Brees impending free agency every week the Saints lose then I hope they sign him until he's 56 and add in a pony for each of his kids as an incentive based on his ability to wipe his own ass when he gets there. Fact of the matter is that the Saints window is hardly cracked open as is and if giving a commodity that likely has 3 years of usefulness left a 4 year warrantee is what keeps it that was then so be it. Especially when that commodity has been largely responsible for putting all of the franchise's banners in the rafters.