Drew Brees Wants Saints' Fans To Believe, Despite Being Given Not One Single Reason To

Drew Brees to #Saints fans:

"We believe. We believe in ourselves. I hope that our fans believe in us too." pic.twitter.com/XENvKddny4

— John Hendrix (@JohnJHendrix) September 20, 2017

Look, I love Drew Brees. Even when he's slinging touchdown passes in a playoff game for a franchise that's much better built to compete for a championship then the one that is currently dragging him down, I will still love Drew Brees. What he has meant to the Saints' organization and everyone that is even mildly emotionally invested in its success can't possibly be overstated. That's why I want to follow his lead and believe in this team...but I simply can't. 

​Maybe it's because I enjoy keeping my feet grounded in reality or maybe it's because I have spent enough time reading the Bible. Whatever the case may be, the last three seasons of "Sunday school" have taught me that running on blind hope will only end in slamming face first into the wall of inevitable disappointment. If I were to believe in the unbelievable, I would need just one logical reason to, and - through two increasingly unwatchable games - this team hasn't so much as given me a glimmer.

Like, other than the play of a rookie cornerback that has now officially been declared 'out' for this upcoming Sunday, what would give even the most nauseatingly positive of Saints' fans faith in this team? 

Saints CB Marshon Lattimore is OUT on Sunday.

— Josh Katzenstein (@jkatzenstein) September 22, 2017

I wouldn't consider the impotent offense that stands a better chance of closing the door on its head coach and his head scratching decision making than closing out a touchdown drive when the game is still in reach to be a source of optimism. The defense that impressively manages to break their own record in becoming more historically piss poor ever single year, and will probably serve as the elixir for Cam Newton's ailing shoulder this weekend certainly won't get me to shoutout the holy spirits. 

This is usually the part of the week when the sting of a terrible loss would start to fade, and the eternal optimism of Sunday's unknown would begin to creep in. However, with so, so, so much recent and eerily reminiscent evidence of how things are likely to play out, can you even say it's truly unknown anymore?

At best, this version of the New Orleans Saints is consistently inconsistent. At worst, they are flat out dreadful. Time well tell which of those is closer to true, but - with their irrationally confident 'Hall Of Fame' quarterback set to become a free agent at the end of what looks to be another woeful season - this regime doesn't even have fucking time to deperately pray for good fortune anymore.