Headline inspired by the one and only...
In the interest of full disclosure, the last thing on my mind prior to Sunday's flat out destruction of Los Angeles' defense was the resentment I felt for the person in charge of it. Personally, I was more focused on the fact that the Rams - no matter what city they've called home - have seemingly been a thorn in the Saints' side ever since Hakim dropped the ball. Now, that's probably because Gregg Williams decision to snitch didn't cost me my employment for an entire season, but after seeing the sense of purpose brought to the sidelines by the man that did have his livelihood put in jeopardy by a cowardly act of disloyalty I couldn't help but to hold the very same grudge.
I truly think I had that undeniable hate in my heart for Gregg Williams this whole time, but it took watching Sean Payton's Saban-esque outbursts throughout the entirety of a blowout to elicit it from me. Every over-exaggerated fist pump from the - once disgraced - Saints Head Coach made me empathize with his desperate need to completely embarrass the guy that turned his back on him after they won a Super Bowl ring together. When Willie Snead IV caught a lateral and proceeded to launch a 50 yard touchdown pass that turned a lopsided game into a full-on rout....
...I could almost taste the salt that was being rubbed in the wound of the Judas that valued a minuscule amount of self preservation over the reputation of the person that gave him the opportunity to achieve the biggest accomplishment in his career. Whatever chapter of the book that gadget play was written in was aptly titled 'Revenge', and you couldn't possibly convince me otherwise. It looked like Sean Payton was legitimately aiming to get Gregg Williams fired prior to the 4PM kickoffs, and even that wouldn't have been enough payback for his involvement in the BountyGate nonsense. That was the most ruthless, cold-blooded message that has ever been sent without the exchange of a single word, and it brought a smile to face of every Saints fan that suffered through the miserable experience of having an offensive line coach take over their team just prior to a previously promising season.
I guess this just means there's only one question left for the Benedict Arnold that popularized the saying "kill the head and the body will die", what dies when you kill a man's spirit?
Now, what does that win mean going forward? Not too much as far as I can tell. Everyone should have already known that Sean Payton is one vengeful son of a bitch considering the way he speaks about Goodell, so I wouldn't say we really learned anything new. The Saints are far better than the teams that surround them in the standings. Their offense is downright frightening when it's not turning the ball over. Their defense has become one of the best in league at making halftime adjustments. Their special teams is a work that might finally be out of regress. Their playoff hopes are still minuscule and depend on them being something they haven't been all season - consistent. However, let's take the week to bask in this victory. Not just because it was a well deserved one, but because it was one that came at the expense of someone that was complicit in marring the resume of this franchise at the worst possible time. Plus, what good is the 'Circle Of Life' if we can't celebrate when it comes back around and bites someone in the ass?