Draft Thoughts

Without looking into these players very much, here are my initial thoughts:

- 2 defensive tackles - dude . . . two, really?
- 1 cornerback - yep, yep, and yep
- 1 tackle - eh, ok, whatever
- 1 wide receiver - *cough*remember Meachem*cough* . . . but I'll take that risk in th 7th rd, not the 1st, thank you very much
- 1 kicker

Ok, so you may be surprised to find I think the kicker was a good pick. Guaranteed points. A definite need. Sorry Martin, looks like you'll be cheering from your couch again, buddy.

Hey, it's better than Seattle's pick. Seriously, a long snapper?!?! In the sixth round, when they still had another pick in the seventh? What were they thinking?


Makes us look like freakin' draft geniuses.


All of our picks do one good thing . . . take some pressure off Brees. Thanks.

Can we start drinking the Kool-Aid yet?

Schedule Issues

You've all seen the schedule by now, right?
Fine, whatever. It's a schedule.

But . . . seriously . . .

Chicago. Again.
IN Chicago. Again.
In frickin' December. AGAIN.

The madness never ceases.

Oh well . . . still . . . there's always the draft this weekend. Which will definitely brighten my weekend since we probably won't be at Festival International this year.

Oh, and . . .

The world is just awesome!




Boom-dee-yah-da!

Farewell, Ashley

The world is darker with the loss of fellow blogger, fiery New Orleans advocate, and Saints fan Ashley Morris.

When we march on to kick the crap out of Mare and the Seahawks this fall, we do so in honor of Ashley. Hell, the whole season should be played in his honor. No one fights the good fight for the city of New Orleans quite like Ashley.

Hug your loved ones and say a little prayer for his family. He will be greatly missed.

Bringing Sexy Back

Look out clipboard! We've got a guy with a personality to hold you this year. Yep, Mark Brunell has signed on to replace Jamie Martin as official Clipboard Boy. I may have lost my favorite QB of all time and may cry a little every Sunday next season, but at least I get Marky Mark in NO. Why do I like this guy? I don't know, I guess I'm just a sucker for a sense of humor and a smile. And good arm. Preseason will tell if he's still got it or not. Plus, he was drafted by the Packers in '93 (yeah, so what if he's old, I like 'em that way) and was a Favre backup. Can you imagine those two jokesters together running their mouths on the sideline? 3 ProBowls ain't much to laugh at either.

So while I can never truly say how much Steve Gleason meant to this team, or how much I'll miss seeing Drew Brees mount Jeff Faine after every touchdown, I can say there is a glimmer of something special about the team I see forming before my eyes.

That is, if this MeatHead can stay healthy for just on year. The guy's one more concussion away from eating meatloaf with a straw. But if Dan Morgan can get in some nice hits for just one season . . . man, that would be sweet.

In Mourning

I was all ready to enjoy the Free Agency Fun Fest. Then, the unthinkable happened.
And this is how I feel:



I'll be observing a period of mourning . . . length of time TBD.
In the meantime, please light a candle for me as I recover from my sudden abandonment.

Football with never be the same.

Say It Ain't So

I'm busy not watching the ProBowl. You know, protesting the absence of Marques Colston. To be fair, I didn't even watch the SuperBowl. In my defense, I saw the first half, but crashed before Mr. Petty hit the field. Give me a break, I had a kid spiking a fever and a baby who finally fell asleep, so I crashed. But I just couldn't help myself yesterday. There was nothing on while I was putting the baby to sleep, so I watched a bit of the practices. I figure that's ok even though I'm on a ProBowl Strike, since I was just watching the players have a good time. After all, it isn't their fault he wasn't voted in. And I love watching them interact, having a good time, asking each other for autographs . . . it just reminds me once again why I love the game. Would you have that same kind of atmosphere with a bunch of other professional athletes? Basketball? Nope. Baseball? Nope. Not even with the gentlemanly game of golf would you see such fun times. Players trading caps and helmets to wear during practice. Laughing, joking, showing pictures of their kids. Good times.

The down side? The game I'm not watching is the last of the season. Bummer.

Newest Who Dat

Well, even if I can't watch my team in the playoffs, at least I can watch my little girl in her new jersey every weekend.


Seriously, this is what my four-year-old asked for this Christmas. Who am I to disappoint?


And FINALLY, in other news, our newest member of the family lineup arrived on Friday, January 4th. You can sneak a peak at Baby Harper here on my personal blog. And there's an explanation on how we came up with the name here . . . but you all can guess at least one of the inspirations for that.

Santa Baby

Dear Santa,

This year, my list is short and sweet. Here's what I want for Christmas:

1. The Fujita girls to get some sleep. 4 tackles from Scott is just not going to cut it. Let the man get some Z's this week.
2. Marques Colston to stop coughing up blood. Dude, that's just not cool. It's why I'm not even going to wish for a playoff spot this year. I just want #12 back to make a run at it next year.
3. Whoever's upstairs to stop giving Coach P piss-poor advice on challenging plays. Yes, your ass on the ground does count as down. It ain't brain surgery.
   
4. Coach P to realize that when we're down four running backs and the defense is stopping the few people we have left to put in that maybe - just maybe - it isn't a great idea to run into that big green brick wall four frickin' times in a row. Just sayin'.
5. A SMACKDOWN at Soldier Field. I don't care about the playoffs. I don't care what Minnesota or Washington do. It's all about payback, baby. And it's past due.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and All That Jazz!!!

Isn't She Lovely?

Isn't She Lovely?
Isn't She Wonderful?

Nope, not singing about the newest Who Dat. He/She has decided to keep us in suspense a little longer . . . much like my favorite stress-inducing black and gold team.

This is a song about another wee one to join the team. Never thought I'd be saying those words about Martin Gramatica. But a 55-yarder right up the middle with room to grow will do that to a girl. Even a ranter.



Then again . . . maybe this is how we all remember Lil' G best.

Yes, I May Still Complain a Little

Ok, now that was just pure fun. I don't care how bad Atlanta sucks, or that we still shouldn't make the playoffs. It was fun.


Quick good points:

Joe Horn gettin' Joe Horn's ass handed to him by Joe Horn's old team. Yeah, baby.

Big Daddy P. Ok, I know we all wanted to crucify him after last week, but I completely support the play calling this week. Why? Because he went with what works. And the reverse, well, at least it was the beginning of the game. And I like a man with the balls to make a statement. Nice. You're back on the short list of baby names, big boy.

LOVED seeing Chris Reis and Kevin Kaesviharn all over the field.


Now a quick look at stuff that makes my head spin:

I wanted to see Chris Redman on his ass a whole lot more last night. Seriously, when the hell are you going to make these third string/insurance salesmen really pay for thinking they can hang with Will and His Guns?

Usama Young. WTF? 'nuff said.


And in other WTF news . . .

We've got him . . . Mr. I Kick The Soccer Ball Grammatica.

Is it too late to apologize to my old pal Mare?