Look at that face. That's the face of a man that battled an injured shoulder to throw his 5,000th career completion and 400th career touchdown pass while leading his team to a much needed victory. That smile is a smile of relief. I think I speak for the entire Who Dat Nation when I say that a similar smile crept across all of our faces as CJ Spiller scampered 80 yards en route to the Saints first win of the season.
If we wanted to talk about the good we could talk about how the defense all but shut down a premier offensive line and it's running game. We could talk about how impressive rookies, Stephone Anthony and Hau'oli Kikaha, reminded Saints fans what a sack looks like. If we wanted to talk about the bad we could talk about how Brandon Browner is only 4 games into his Saints career and already in line to join a long list of dead horse cornerbacks that are one beating away from the glue factory. We could talk about how the dick sucking Brandin Cooks received from NFL analysts during the offseason sapped him of all the energy necessary to live up to his potential. We could talk about a Saints offensive line that flawlessly protected Luke McCown last week, came out looking like it was trying to win a bounty that was placed on Drew Brees' arm. If we wanted to talk about the ugly we could talk about the clock management. We could talk about the frivolous waste of timeouts. We could talk about the seemingly endless amount of penalties by the secondary. I'll stop there because this gluttonous future spokesperson for diabetes that successfully distracted his own kicker on a game winning field goal attempt tells you everything you need to know about this game....
Saying it wasn't pretty would be like saying the 'Saw' movies aren't family friendly. The gameplay was bad. The coaching was worse. At this point that shouldn't be all that surprising. I mean, the Saints needed overtime to beat a team that was without it's starting quarterback, one of the best wide receivers in the sport, and shortly into the game, it's best defensive player. That alone should tell you that we weren't exactly watching an instant classic here. Shit, if the Cowboys won they could have legitimately pitched this game tape as a sequel for 'The Replacements'. However, none of that matters. It doesn't matter that Sean Payton was pissing away timeouts with two minutes left just so he could have a casual chat with an official. It doesn't matter that Brandon Weedon's 45 year old arm drove 90 yards over and around the Saints defense for a game tying touchdown. It doesn't matter that Zach Hocker missed a chip shot that could have ended it in regulation. It doesn't matter that this win, outside of it's dramatic ending, was completely uninspiring and won't make anyone more comfortable about the rest of the season. We'll worry about all that later. Right now, for the thousands of fans in the SuperDome, the millions watching on television, the 53 players in the locker room, and the coaching staff, all that matters is that the Saints finally got themselves a win. Forget next week. For now let's just be like Mark Ingram and celebrate with whoever is next to us, because who knows when we'll get this feeling again...