Newly Acquired Saint, Jon Dorenbos, Is Having Open Heart Surgery After A Physical Showed An Aortic Aneurysm
First and foremost, whew. Jon Dorenbos may not get to play for the Saints as he had hoped coming out of college, but he gets to live to see another day. As someone that magically (figuratively and literally) managed to come out on the other side of a childhood that saw his father brutally murder his mother only to make it as a longtime professional football player with an upbeat personality that is lauded by any and all former teammates, he'll know how to make the best of it. On the surface it may look like the Saints didn't do their homework on yet another player, but the trade that brought Jon Dorenbos to New Orleans ultimately saved his life. Finding out about a deadly aortic aneurysm is undoubtedly worth a hell of a lot more than a 7th round pick and/or a temporary hole left at long snapper, so it's impossible for an initial response to be anything other than a sigh of relief.
Much less importantly, what kind of sick and twisted fate is currently haunting this team? I'm only being mildly facetious when I say that I would get four separate opinions on a skinned knee before I truly believed it wasn't a staff infection if I were a member of the New Orleans Saints. I can't definitively say that their personnel department is being governed by 'Murphy's Law', but Murphy is definitely doing his damndest to make sure clean bills of health don't get passed. Including Nick Fairley's heart issue, this makes two potentially fatal conditions that were found in one offseason, and both came to light immediately after resources were committed to obtaining the players suffering from them. It would be nothing short of stupid to say that's anything other than a coincidence, but I'd bear in the mind the black cloud that's following this franchise if I were a Saint that felt inclined to push back a doctor's appointment.
The bright side is that the medical staff finally proved competent in providing a helpful diagnosis that prevented a tragic, almost certain death. They may have failed in spectacular fashion when giving Delvin Breaux nothing more than an Advil and a pat on the ass to heal his fractured fibula, but at least they can be trusted to show up when the much more significant game of life is on the line.
This isn't the time to be selfish or grim as it relates to something as trivial as football so I won't mention the long snap related loss that's sure to eventually come later in the season, and instead I'll just send thoughts and prayers the way Jon Dorenbos. By all accounts, this unfortunately couldn't have happened to a nicer guy, but at least we won't be forced to talk about that nicer guy in the past tense anytime soon.