I'm not even upset. I'm just...disgusted. You know what I mean? Like if you walked in on your girlfriend cheating you would be upset, but if you walked in on her tossing the mailman's salad you would be disgusted. That's where I am at with this team after yesterday. The Eagles made a mess of the Saints' butt, and I sat a watched every filthy, gruesome second of it. I didn't even know whether to be mad or be sick.
I know this team is young and inexperienced. I know they are going through a rebuilding period and might lack a little bit of talent, but there is no excuse for yesterday's performance. In fact, the only positives from yesterday's performance were two red zone interceptions and two 4th down stops as the Eagles were driving. The only problem is that all those positives did was mask the fact that Philadelphia drove the ball down the field at will. Can't turn it over in the red zone unless you are already in the red zone.
I only talked about the defense first because there are not enough words in the English language to describe the offense's futility. Had to save myself the room in case I went on a 10,000 word tangent about how hard it is to watch this Drew Brees and Sean Payton led offense. Honestly, they are like a really hard squint, colorblindness, and 4 less turnovers away from looking like a Alex Smith and Andy Reid led offense. Just absolutely despicable. The offensive line couldn't open any running lanes, they damn sure couldn't pass block, and even when they did Drew Brees held the ball for about five minutes too long. CJ Spiller, the guy that was supposed to be an explosive cog in the offense, is being utilized like a hood ornament in a hip hop video. He might look nice, but due to no fault of his own, he is serving no distinct purpose. There was a day when no lead was insurmountable. The Saints could be down multiple scores and I could be confident in their ability to rally. Yesterday the Eagles scored two touchdowns in about 6.4 seconds to put them up 14 and the game was all but OVER. The only reason I continued to watch was so that my shameless ranting was at least educated.
You know what? This is my fault. This team showed me what it was and I didn't want to believe it. Let's look no further than last week. The state of this franchise should have been pretty obvious when Drew Brees was glowing like a pregnant woman that just had sex after an overtime win over a handicapped Cowboys team. Seriously, the Saints let Brandon Weeden drive 90 yards to tie the game in their building, missed a game winning field goal, AND needed extra time to beat a team that was without its starting quarterback, All-Pro wide receiver, and best defensive player. The only reason to celebrate that is because Drew threw his 400th touchdown pass and, well, because they have had nothing else to celebrate this year. It didn't matter that the Eagles aren't a good team, because they were playing a team that had tricked us into thinking they were something better than brutal. That's simply not the case. There are positives to take out of this season, like the fact that the rookies on the defensive side of the ball might currently be the best players on the entire team. However, they are positives that won't truly serve this team until well after this year is over. A year that promises to be longer than any of us could have even imagined. The Saints season just went 'night night', and the Eagles made sure it wasn't with their butthole tight.
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