The Saints Play The Redskins On November 19th. I Wonder What Junior Galette Has Planned For That Day...

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— Junior Galette (@JovaisG) April 20, 2017

I find it exceedingly odd how much resentment Junior Galette harbors for the organization that not only gave an undrafted free agent a chance, but showed their faith in him when he appeared deserving of an expensive, long term commitment. Obviously the term "responsibility" is foreign to the defensive end that has more arrests than snaps played over the last two seasons, but I still can't wrap my head around Junior Galette thinking that he's the one that is owed vengeance. The idea that he saw the schedule and said to himself "I can't wait to stick to those idiots who cut me" after he did everything in his power to get cut is beyond fucking infuriating.

I'd give a quick refresher course, but the font in the rest of this article would look like it were written in blood if I had to provide a link for each incident - criminal or otherwise - that had the world's dumbest athlete prematurely released from a deal that ended up causing nearly as many headaches as the person it was given to. For all intents and purpose, Junior Galette ended his tenure in New Orleans by repeatedly shooting himself in the foot. The Saints may have been the ones that gave him the gun (his contract) and quickly backed away as he hobbled around throwing a flurry of n-bombs at his head coach on social media, but I fail to see how that makes them deserving of the return fire.

I guess I understand why he's failed to move on after all this time since he has literally has not played a SINGLE meaningful football game since, but you would think he'd be more careful about assuming he'll still be an NFL employee come November 19th. He probably has no idea what an "omen" is, but when you've followed up back-to-back ACL tears with yet another run-in with the law and you're on an easily dismissible one year deal it's probably safer to not assume your job is secure. I can't imagine Junior Galette is the type to heed advice, but if I were him I would worry about making it through training camp healthy and employed before worrying about facing the team whose salary cap he took the messiest of shits on.

P.S. I need the visual of Junior Galette sitting on his couch (or in a holding cell) come November 19th with his arms crossed so that his tattoos look the animation from the old NFL intros where the helmets of the teams who were playing would clash together. NEED IT.