I suppose it was only a matter of time, and I say that not because the deadline was looming, but rather because prior negotiations between the New Orleans Saints and Drew Brees have - even at their most inevitable - always been clouded with an air of uncertainty. This news popping up out of nowhere is slightly discouraging, but it's only a break from what was anything but the norm. The way the two sides have been fawning over their future together this offseason has been the exception, not the rule, so a little bit of untimely "miscommunication" is nothing compared to what's sickened Saints' fans in the past. That said, what in the actual fuck is this "miscommunication" we are speaking of? You know what I consider "miscommunication"? When I tell the dude at the drive-thru that I don't want cheese on my burger only to end up with cheese on my burger, and that's resolved with nothing more than an awkward convo and the swallowing of pride that looks a hell of a lot like spit. I'd say the fate of a resurgent franchise is a little more important than my dairy intake, so it would be great if the two parties could stop hammering out the details of a deal by way of string-attached solo cups from across the yard. Now, I still don't have much doubt that Drew Brees, when all is said and done, will be back in the black & gold and competing for another Super Bowl next season. Still, it would be great if "both sides are pinching pennies tighter than the cheeks of their grandchildren" wasn't worded in a way that makes it sound like the Saints are one bar of service away from losing their future HOF quarterback for nothing. Hey Mickey? Drew? Can you guys hear me now? Stop coyly negotiating like two crazy kids who are unsure what they want out of the relationship, and get this shit done so my sphincter can unclench and I can get mine done. Thanks a million...or 20-25. — Michael Thomas (@Cantguardmike) March 9, 2018
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