Nine Days Until Pitchers And Catchers Report
Okay, I’m not jumping into some of my patented crappy thoughts on baseball yet. My Monday morning hangover brain first has to give congrats to the New Orleans Saints for winning the Super Bowl last night, and apparently according to ESPN this makes up for everything Katrina related. Whew, that is a weight of my shoulders. On to some other random thoughts…
I may have been drinking a little too much last night, thank you Evan Williams and Squirt, but the Colts offense was very Chicago Bears like last night. Conservative play calling, shoddy defense, and bad wide receivers.
How does Jim Caldwell concede the first half by trying to run out the clock and give the Saints another 3 points and confidence going into the locker room? Did you seem to notice that the guy on the opposite side lines is going for it on 4th down, onside kicking it, and coaching straight from his nut sack?
Rewind a few hours and one of the best tidbits gleamed from the 28 hours of pregame nuttiness was that Sean Payton, while drinking last January, agreed to pony up $250,000 of his personal money to bridge the contract gap and sign defensive coordinator Gregg Williams as a fresh new voice for the team. Good decision. This guy is getting an entry right next to Bruce Campbell in my cool book. A very un-Bears thing to do.
The best receiver in the game, Reggie Wayne, looked average at best last night. It’s kind of like watching one of your favorite bands of all time show up 40 years older to play the Super Bowl halftime like a wrinkled karaoke version of themselves.
If Pierre Thomas would have gotten one of those late touchdowns he might have pulled down that MVP hardware. Bookmakers put that at +800 ish before the game, could have been a big payday for some degenerates in Vegas.
Drew Brees is now in the Hall of Fame discussion. With those big stats the last couple years and now a first ever Super Bowl for New Orleans, he’s building a bullet proof case.
So now everything football related is going to be retarded shouts of “Who Dat?” and fake creole accents. Ugh.
Nine days until pitchers and catchers report.
Pretty much sums it up.
