Jshox would like to apologize for being silent for more than a week after the greatest moments in Saints' history.
But it just goes to figure, after starting this blog in preseason, I get sidelined by a work/living transition during a part of the year none of us have ever seen the Saints still alive.
Saints Alive!
I'm feeling pretty good about this matchup with the Colts. For one thing, I can't think of a single game where the Colts lit up an opponent like what we did to the Giants, Hoodies, and Cardinals. Peyton's team has been on survivor-mode all season.
But give Sean and Drew a couple weeks to plan and design and, oila, the Pats and Cardinals are burned to smithereens.
History is on our side. I even say the NFL's whorific attempt to claim rights to 'Who Dat!' is, in part, a presumption that a dynasty could possibly be in the making, although the corporate vermin who run the NFL didn't care who said 'Who Dat!' or sold a shirt with the phrase for the past 30 years.
Whatever. I have to admit that when this blog started, I, jshox, thought it was more likely Shockey himself would 'badass' it back to the Pro Bowl before the Saints reached the Super Bowl. But I prefaced the description of this blog with 'Saints Win the Super Bowl!' So consider this site a token to destiny.
Last Sunday's victory against the Cardinals was the greatest playoff game in Saints' history.
It was also Reggie Bush's most explosive. It stacks against any singular performance he dished for USC.
On Sunday the Saints play the biggest home game in the history of New Orleans professional sports. It's history some -- like me -- had felt would elude us forever after our team won its first playoff game (2000 against the Rams) only to fall next to the Vikings, 34-16.
Of course those games were eons ago in the time line of professional football. And rosters change. But colors stay the same. And epic games in which your beloved sports team gets crushed don't fade easily. They stick in your craw like Skittles compacted in the cavities of your freshly pulled third molars and resurface with surprise when you see something good -- like the 49ers' heir to Joe Montana winning Super Bowls or a bowl of freshly popped popcorn.
Which is kind of like saying it takes a stud quarterback to make a second appearance in the NFC Championship in four years. This is the Drew Brees era.
But it's also coach Sean Payton's, who now seemed to have presciently held Reggie back much of this season while he regained strength following knee surgery. During pre-game against the Cardinals Reggie gripped a bat emblazoned with 'Bring da Wood' before splitting Arizona's defense with a north-south running attack that No. 25 had never displayed in the Dome before. It's like what G. Bomb said in the comments: "He hit those guys early and they went 'Hey, aren't you supposed to be dancing and stuff back there until I catch you?' 'No,' Reg said, 'coach said bring the wood. So I am bringing something. Even though I don't know what that means.'"
It seems that no one in this country realizes what this Saints season for the fans means. Like as if the city of New Orleans is rebuilt and the washing away of 42 years of mental anguish and ineptitude for a sports team is less a story than an over-the-hill solipsistic quarterback who went to the Dark Side for one last chance at glory and a new Wrangler jeans contract.
It's like a fluff fest for 40-year-old Favre out there. And his biggest lover, Madden, isn't even around to fellate with the rest.
The Saints are used to getting hosed. As one of five football teams to never reach the Super Bowl -- including Browns, Lions, Jaguars and Texans -- the Black and Gold are on the brink in its own venue and set to recalibrate the way a nation and sports culture identify with a city's team.
Destiny, which doesn't count yet for the Jaguars and Texans because they are still infants in the realm of expansion teams, is on the Saints' side. Revenge is ours against the Vikings. And Favre, who hasn't won a road playoff game in 12 years, is set to crack. I've watched him this year and he played his best game against the Cowboys -- no way he follows that with an identical performance.
I see Favre getting smashed in the mouth and intercepted at least twice. Yep: twice.
As for Brees and Co., it will be same 'ol same 'ol: Saints score at least 35.
This is a new Saints era. No one outside the team and fan base is ready to accept the team as contenders -- but one more win will change that.
No one is ready to accept Brees as the best quarterback in the NFL, despite breaking records and putting up better numbers these past two seasons than the Colts' quarterback -- but one more win will change that.
The main ingredient is there. The most explosive offense is ready. We're already proud of our Saints team, but let's cheer them on so we can proudly back our loyalty in the face of Cowgirls, Massholes and numerous other douchebag fans of America.
Since I was born, Saints quarterback spot, you've come a long way, baby: Archie Manning, Bobby Scott, Bobby Douglass, Dave Wilson, Ken Stabler, Guido Merkens (why bother with a last name when you have that perfection?), Ken Stabler, Dave Wilson, Richard Todd, Bobby Hebert, John Fourcade, Steve Walsh, Mike Buck, Wade Wilson, Jim Everett, Doug Nussmeier, Heath Shuler, Billy Joe Hobert, Danny Weurffel, Billy Joe Tolliver, Kerry Collins, Jake Delhomme, Jeff Blake, Aaron Brooks, Todd Bouman.
And coaches too (Ditka was only half dumb, Mora was total passive-aggressive asshole (NSFW)):
In what is undoubtedly the most surprising and inspiring game plan this season, the Saints have re-signed half back legend Deuce McAllister a day before the divisional playoff game against the Cardinals.
So far most sources are saying Deuce will be listed as inactive but an honorary team captain. While that's great, this smells as of a purely a crowd-motivational move, and also a psychological one. The Dome wasn't rocking when the Cowgirls came to town a few weeks ago and Dallas won easily.
But when Deuce is introduced, you know the crowd will go nuts. And the signing has likely gotten most of Who Dat Nation wondering what the signing of Deuce means instead of fretting about Kurt Warner and Larry Fitzgerald. Slick move, Saints organization. And with that, here's a tribute to No. 26, who embodied both power and speed.
After watching that 51-45 barn-burner in which Arizona outlasted Green Bay with a turnover returned for a touchdown, I'm not sure it mattered who won. Either team is a tough match-up.
Indeed, Arizona will be tough. Obviously this team can stretch the field like a coonass can stretch a pot of chili with rice.
Defense on either side might be an afterthought.
But here's how we'll be alright: Drew Brees and the boys score seven on their first possession, just like they did in every game of the first half of the season, and finish strong in the fourth quarter.
Until the last third of the season, no other team was more impressive than the Saints with beginning and finishing a game.
As for the defense, we can only hope for a few three-and-outs; a couple turnovers. Arizona seems to have hit its prime with the passing game at the right time of year, just like last year. The best possible scenario, I believe, for defending Arizona is to get ahead quickly and make the Cardinals play catch-up.
The defense will get its turnovers.
Also, after weeks of substitutes, Gregg Williams will finally have the luxury of calling blitz packages with an entirely healthy secondary. Jabari Greer, our best cornerback, is returning after several weeks of being sidelined by a MCL injury, and Tracy Porter and Scott Fujita should be in tip-top shape.
And I'm sure GW will have schemes designed to kill those post routes the Cardinals used to destroy the Packers.
Defensive end Charles Grant, however, is lost for the playoffs with a torn tricep. But defensive end Will Smith is the star in our front-four pass rush, clocking in twice as many sacks as Grant; and more tackles. And backups Bobby McCray, Anthony Hargrove and Paul Spicer shouldn't be a big drop off from Grant's play.
We hope not.
First off all, GW should plan to wear a visor and punk them blonde tips. That shit is scary. With that in order the blitz packages should fall in line.
In other news, besides Drew Brees getting hosed by voters who chose Peyton Manning for MVP a second consecutive season, despite Brees' nearly breaking Dan Marino's single-season passing yardage record (falling 15 yards short) in '08 and completing over 70 percent of passes this season, a new NFL record . . . my quarterback is smarter than your quarterback.
As previously posted here, Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis, who felt in 1974 that his team was intimidated by the Big Red Machine before pumping them up with yells of "We gonna get down! We gonna do the do! I'm going to hit these motherfuckers!" and beaning Rose, Bench, and three other players before getting tossed (his team got the message and won), had a interesting documentary made about a certain no-hitter he threw in 1970.
Although Mark McGwire admitted today that he did use steroids during his career and 1998, when he smashed 70 home runs and Roger Maris' record of 61, the latest baseball documentary to go viral is one about Keith Hernandez: I'm Keith Hernandez from water&power on Vimeo.
