And, the (now deleted) response... Nope. Can't do it. Won't do it. Not choosing sides between a valued member of the Super Bowl Saints when his draft selection aided in drastically turning around an absolute tire fire of a franchise when New Orleans needed it the most and the cutthroat competitor who is helping to keep Drew Brees young more than a decade later. I don't care if one is the equivalent of the uncle I see once every 3-5 years and the other is the equivalent of the brother I spend three hours riding an emotional rollercoaster with every Sunday. Unless something unexpected happens, both Reggie Bush and Michael Thomas are residents of the Who Dat Nation for life. Therefore, like it or not, they are family. That doesn't mean they can't fight over incredibly stupid shit, but it does mean that when they do it's best to just sip your drink and stay the hell out of it as they figure things out amongst themselves. Now, if I were to break this down, I'd say that Reggie Bush breached protocol. He had to go full-talking head, as that's his job, but if you're going to speak even mildly ill of a Saints' player in the name of objectivity then you better make damn sure you're not objectively wrong. Personally, I don't put any stock into useless, time-killing talking points, but I can see why Michael Thomas would, as putting two NFC South receivers over a man whose hands are statistically and historically sticky is just disrespectful. That, of course, probably shouldn't have led to Michael Thomas taking things way too far in literally Kardashianing up the conversation, but we're talking about a player whose physicality is fueled by even the smallest of perceived slights. I have no insight on this, but I wouldn't be surprised if the argument that resulted in his agent dropping him began when he found out his money man passed him over in the first round of a fantasy draft...
His patented #shhhhh hashtag is starting to seem a bit ironic, but you don't attack the football like it's a loaf of bread during The Great Depression by not thinking that everyone who considers you any less than the best pass catcher on the planet is sullying your good name. He's very much willed his twitter @ into the truth by mercilessly seeking out motivation, so I'm not going to start pissing on his personal process now. Though, deleted or not, it would be both nice if he didn't respond to harmless jabs by balling up his twitter fingers to deliver illogical low blows and kept things out of the bedroom when it came to responding to the random, meaningless rankings of someone he hopes to eventually join in Saints' lore. All in all, things are currently too damn sunny in Saints' land to be talking about this petty bullshit, so the boys need to clank glasses and let bygones be bygones so all generations of the Who Dat Nation can enjoy the rest of what has all the somewhat familiar makings of a special season.
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