Things Can't Get Much Worse?

As if things couldn't get any worse for my Saints, reading their injury report is like reading the starting lineups for baseball all-star game. With each and ever passing week, I as many other fans do get tired of hearing excuses.

If ever there was a time for the team to unite and fight, this is it. We're banged up, we're down on our luck (Lord knows we got screwed out of a dozen calls against the Broncos) and we're heading for a tough stretch.

I've always been one to clamour on coaches and players for decisions they've made; good or bad. I'm holding off this week. We don't need any more negativity spreading around about the Saints. Many experts have already castigated my team to the lower echelons of the league. Not me. I still believe. Maybe not as fully as I did after beating Tampa, but I do have faith that we can turn this season around and it all starts with #26.

Duece is either healthy or hurt. No way should you embarrass a player of his stature by relegating him to the sidelines in full gear watching his beloved team struggle to gain 1 yard. That's right I said 1 yard. If Payton is holding him off for the better part of the season, well here's a news flash; there may not be a better part than the present. Let's see old number #26, even if it's only short yardage situations. Just appease us.

It's okay to have some doubt from time to time, but it's impossible for us to lose our faith in the team that is given us so much more. Let's go Saints!! Who Dat!

Let the Games Begin

So, it all begins. The Saints officially kick off the 2008 season, Sunday vs. the Bucs and I will be sitting in a bar in Madison, Wisconsin eating fried cheese curds and swearing up and down that Jason David shouldn't be in the game.

Gustav threw a wrench into my football fix this past week. My brother and my grandmother evacuated and stayed with us, while the rest of New Orleans watched and waited from other areas. My other brother was stuck in the city as a first respondeer for the New Orleans Fire Department. We kept in touch through text most of the time, just because everyone was calling anyone to see what was going on.

It seems wierd to watch a hurricane from a far. I notice there is much less anxiety, except for worrying about family and friends still there. I no longer have to worry about losing my job, or my house or even my beloved Super Dome.

Well, I am amped up for the game. I hope the team doesn't come out flat like they did last year against the Bucs. The game was over by half and most of the fans I was with had that look that I've seen since I was about 7 years old. All Saints fans know that look; "It's-gonna-be-a-long-year" look.

Not this year. I've got a feeling this year will be different. We've got some guys who can shake things up on offense. As for our defense, I will make a beat that by the end of the season we will all be pleasantly surprised. So, Keep the Faith. Be a Saint. And Who Dat Say They Gonna Beat Dem Saints! Who Dat!!