We got defense too, beeatches!

The defense is what really stood out in this 24-10 Saints win over the Jets. And that's today's focus.

Who would've thought the Jets -- who had previously held opponents to an average 11 points a game during their first three victories -- would hold Brees and Co. to 10 points in the Dome?

No matter. Darren motherfucking Sharper put us up 10-0 when he intercepted his 58th career interception and took it to the house from 99 yards away. He's now returned two in his first year as a Saint and 10 overall for his career -- only Hall of Famer Rod Woodson has more.  

And then the defense gets a 3-and-out.

By the way, Peter King on Sunday reported that Sean Payton had indeed took a $250,000 pay cut to hire Greg Williams, the mad-genius defensive coordinator. Cha-Ching! for us, I say.

Following that 3-and-out, we go for it on fourth down at the goal line and fall short. But that intensity, that killer instinct, is a lot of fun, and I expect coach in that situation to do it again.


No matter about previous execution. Two plays later, with the Jets backed up, Will Smith sacks Mark Sanchez to cause a fumble and we recover for a touchdown.

By the way, didya notice how Charles Grant ended the first half with a sack and began the second half with a sack? That got me more fired up than a Dome Dog topped with jalapenos and chili and Tabasco. Woooooooooo! (As I'm sure Chris Paul and the rest of the Hornets, who were given a day off from training camp by Bryon Scott to attend the game, said interspersingly (that's an adverb!) with their Who Dats!)

Oh, and when Grant batted down a pass after Reggie Bush's fumble, Greg Gumbel yelled "He's playing a whale of a game!" Yet he resembles a dreadlocked walrus. But God bless him. Even if I think he should spend some of that money on buying muffalettas at Central Grocery for the city.

(Ashley Ambrose on my right played his final season with the Saints in 2003 before going to the Chiefs for a couple of years and ending a very respectable career as a defensive back.)

Both of those guys were so funny and so nice. I literally looked like that the entire time I interviewed them in a hospital wing in Thibodaux, La., where they were charitably visiting the sick.

That's my quarterback But you gotta give it up to the Jets to playing the pass so well. Then again, Pierre Thomas rushed for nearly 90 yards on just over a dozen carries.

We sacked Sanchez four times and intercepted him thrice. Thrice! I don't even know how I know that word, and I spent three semesters at the U.

Bobby McCray gets him some.



Huddle!

"Nothing fancy there. Good old-fashioned powerhouse football!" -- Dan Dierdorf on the Saints' 11-play drive in the fourth quarter in which Pierre Thomas ran it in from a couple yards out.

And then D motherfucking Sharper gets another interception. Port Allen-native Randall Gay, looking on, walked away with a big smile on his face and shook his head while thumbing over his shoulder at No. 42. 

A few plays later Gay got his own.

Game over, but Sean Payton still has the fire in his eyes and wants to stomp fat throats.