Sean Payton weeps for Favre's poor wittle ankle
Let me introduce myself to the two of you who found this blog who don’t already know me. I’m a lifelong Saints fan, and I’m getting sick of all this crap. That’s all you really need to know for now. I’ve never written a blog post in my life, and I don’t know if I’ll ever write one again, but I need to get this off my chest. It really doesn’t even matter if anyone ever reads it – because it’ll make me, a Saints fan, feel better, and Saints fans are all any Saints fan should be concerning himself with right now anyway.
See, I frequent a big Saints forum. In the days after “bountygate” (what a stupid friggin’ name for it) broke, I was as mad as any Saints fan out there. I found myself angry at the coaches, at the players, and at the staff for putting my dearly beloved team in this position. But the members on that message board didn’t see it that way – they blamed the commish (“nazi!”) for bringing down these penalties on just us, the East Coast Media Elites for making something out of nothing, the whiners in Minnesota and Arizona who were mad about their precious quarterbacks getting bobos after playing the mean ol’ Saints.
I didn’t understand – I thought that our organization had brought it on themselves, and I didn’t get the anger at everyone else. Maybe I just didn’t want to believe that the whole league was out to get us. After all, what kind of future does that foretell if nobody wants the Saints to succeed?