Daily Special, July 14, 2012
38 Posted on July 14th, 2012 by Himself
Who’s your daddy?
Last April, in the very first post at this blog, I wrote about Mickey Loomis, and the awesome offseason he was having. But I also pointed out that it would all mean nothing if he couldn’t re-sign Drew Brees—if he couldn’t “make the elephant in the room disappear.”
Well, he could. He did. Mickey Loomis is a fucking god. We’re going to have to start capitalizing every pronoun when referring to Him, because none of this would have happened without Him, and it will all end when He leaves.
Nah. That’s taking things too far. But I’m sure you get the idea. Loomis is either a magician, or he’s the luckiest bastard on the face of the Earth. I mean, somebody’s got to be, right? Why not Mickey? But there’s that whole suspension thing arguing against that interpretation, so I’m going with “magician.”
Remember how we were hard up against the cap? Well…we’re not anymore. We can sign just about anyone else we want. Every training camp, somebody gets cut who shouldn’t have been. Mayhap we get another good corner. Mayhap we Gronk up Jimmy Graham’s contract. We can do that now. Have faith in Mickey. Mickey will provide.
Of course, that’s not the only perspective on this. There’s also the asshole perspective. Like Jason Cole of Yahoo:
Loomis and Benson lacked the vision it took to win and only got it when they had the good fortune to hire Payton and sign Brees when he was damaged goods.
Yeah, it was all an accident. I guess Cole subscribes to the luck scenario. Then how does he explain the fact that until Drew had a team around him, he sat in the stands while lesser quarterbacks like Ben Roethlisberger and the Manning boys won Super Bowls? And that team? Built by Mickey.
I would suggest to Cole that he get Tom Condon really drunk on vodka and sodium pentathol and then ask him why it took so long. It takes two to negotiate; and Condon rejected every offer the Saints made up until yesterday. Didn’t Drew realize his team needed him in this time of crisis? Why did he waste so much time making outrageous demands (“asking for as much as $23 million per year”) when he knew he’d settle for around $20 million? On second thought, skip the truth serum. And the vodka. Just ask him. And he’ll give you a look like you just hopped off the short bus, and explain “That’s called negotiation, Jason.”
I’m thinking of hiring myself out to the media. Some of these guys are a little less than grounded.
There’s a lot out there to read, if you want details and opinions, so just surf away. Too much to be doing the link thing. I’ll just limit it to a few.
Sean Payton never sweated for a moment as the negotiations dragged on. Neither did Joe Vitt. Chase Daniel reacted like a gentleman, and gave some insight into Drew’s state of mind as the deadline neared. NolaChick has good news for Saints fans and bad news for her liver. (Another glass, Shaneika? On the house.)
And finally, there’s Drew Brees’ reaction to it all, in a WWL radio interview:
“I couldn’t be happier or more excited. This is a pretty surreal moment once you get to this point…I think that’s why you never take anything for granted and enjoy the moment. Enjoy moments like this, they’re few and far between.”
Not this one, Drew. This one’s permanent.