Saints Sign Josh Scobee, And I Swear I Am Not Freaking Out Right Now

It's cool. I'm good. Everything is fine over here. I told you, I AM calm. STOP FUCKING TELLING ME TO RELAX!!! This isn't a real signing. I mean, it can't be, right? I'm sure he scribbled his name on a contract, but that doesn't mean he will ever see the field. This is just one of those moves that tempers expectations. The most that a fan can ask from his team is that they give the impression that something better is on the horizon. You sign the worst kicker that "graced" the gridiron during quite possibly the most egregious season of field goal kicking we have ever seen and every personnel move you make from then on out is the basically the equivalent of trading for Gretzky. That's all this is. A forced temporary dip in morale, just to make the inevitable boost that much more triumphant later. I can't believe I almost let myself get worked up over this. Of course the Saints - a team that has god awful luck with kickers - didn't sign the guy that turned a Thursday night game between the Steelers and the Ravens into last season's most laughable nail biter with the intent of playing him. That would be just as stupid as the Steelers sending out Josh Scobee for a third potential game winning field goal after he had already missed the first two. No way they would be dumb enough to go all-in on a guy that couldn't keep a job when people were begging for place kickers last season. Not when he would be their 11th different kicker in 11 years. This is just a little PR stunt. A front office prank. Quit twisting my arm Mickey Loomis, because I am about ready to put it through a wall if this is anything other than  an early April Fool's Day gag.