Sigh, did he really have to get a car involved? Seriously, had PJ Williams gotten blind drunk and done literally anything other than gotten behind the wheel of a motor vehicle in the wake of the 'NOLA no-call' then I'd be able to blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-asshole officials who flipped the entire temperament of substance abuse in New Orleans by way of their untimely cowardice. The defense of being driven to drink would totally hold up so long as he didn't return the damn favor. I can totally sympathize with drinking more and caring less, as - other than hopelessly attempting to raise my spirit by way of a raised spirit - I haven't given a single fuck about a single thing since the Sunday afternoon that stole my soul. You just can't be excused for doing so while having the pedal to the medal of a death trap. Sean Payton should have seriously considered making the Saints put their keys in a bowl before embarking on any sort of entirely understandable binger. After all, if PJ Williams, or any other Saints' player for that matter, had gotten arrested for being either drunk in public or drunk and disorderly then that case would be dismissed faster than every one that anyone could make me for me to actually watch a tainted Super Bowl. Instead, he learned no lessons from the black dot punctuating Willie Snead's DUI-enabled demise in an offense of which he had previously proved himself pivotal. I don't know what's going to happen with PJ Williams in free agency. I can't imagine he did himself any favors by following up a season in which he went from a certifiable scapegoat to a steady slot corner by weaving through traffic with booze on his breath when he would have been pardoned by the Who Dat Nation for engaging in almost any other type of destructive behavior with booze on his breath. P.S. We should have known he was on one...
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