Okay, I'll admit it. I thought the whole "Drew Brees finally returns to San Diego" storyline was being a little exaggerated in terms of it's usefulness as a source of motivation. I can confidently say that I couldn't have been more wrong after watching a quarterback damn near tear up as he discussed the most trying period of his life with his team immediately prior to kickoff. I thought that having been in New Orleans for a decade would take some of the sting out of the string of events that transpired and ultimately resulted in him going there. Looks like Drew has still got a bee in his bonnet because that sting couldn't have been more present as he rallied the troops for what proved to be there their first victory of the season. Apparently time can heal career-threatening shoulder injuries, but it doesn't completely heal the chilling memory of your professional future being in serious peril.
In retrospect I probably shouldn't be surprised that returning to San Diego had Drew Brees all up in his feels. After all, you don't overcome what he overcame to become one of the best quarterbacks in NFL history without using every perceived slight as an impetus to succeed. You don't achieve the things that he has achieved without burying every seed of doubt well beneath the surface. So that's on me for being ignorant to how much that game meant to Drew Brees, because if that speech taught me anything (other than the fact that he could take Tony Robbins job in a nanosecond) it's that yesterday was about way more than finally getting that all-too-evasive first 'W'. Who knows, maybe there was a little something else at work in final minutes. Well, that or the Chargers really do morph into the 'Bad News Bears' once the quarter clicks '4'. Either way, I'm not complaining, and neither is the man that hopefully got a little bit of closure with a comeback for the ages.
Thank you - from the bottom of our Who Dat hearts - San Diego...