I don't know if you can truly put a price on having the opportunity to breath easy with an unclenched sphincter every time the fate of a game is planted firmly on the foot of your kicker. However, after having suffered through what felt like a decade of the Saints hosting season-long tryouts in hopes of finding a mildly loyal leg, I'm willing to definitively say that price would even be higher than the market-setting extension that Wil Lutz just signed. In the last three seasons alone, the guy who was presumed to be just another inevitably forgotten name on a long list of fickle feet probably added that many years and more to my life span with how consistent and confident he's been in spots big and small. A lot has changed since 7-9 was a way of life in New Orleans, and perhaps the most underrated of those changes is being able to damn near guarantee at least an automatic three points within the opponent's 35 yard line. It's probably better left unsaid that the Saints have found some fucked up ways to lose games over the years, but not having to worry about the polarizing practice of placekicking and all its moving parts has really helped to dull the feeling of impending doom. Simply put, Wil Lutz has been nothing short of money since Sean Payton, by a painstaking process of elimination, finally pinned the tail on an absolute donkey of a kicker, so it's about time his salary matched his success rate. Especially since it stays with the trend of compensating and keeping in tact one of the best and most tight-knit special teams units in the NFL. Don't even act like you can't feel the love...
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