This is one of those days when a particular theme seems to have developed. I don’t know if it’s something in the water, or if everyone is simply copying everyone else, or if maybe it’s just my imagination. But it seems a lot of people are worried suddenly about the Saints’ chances.
Tony Dungy, for instance, who has made thoroughly excellent predictions in the past regarding the Saints and their chances, thinks that this season “Everything is just different. It’s not like there is a book on this on how another team handled it.” Which, of course, spells doom. Unless you follow someone else’s lead, there’s no way you can succeed. Right? I mean, when has a team ever entered completely uncharted territory and come out successful?
WWL wonders if having an extra preseason game will help. Sure, unless it hurts.
CBS Sports says pity poor Joe Vitt. Having to take a month and a half off, right at the beginning of the season, and then coming back to take the helm of a ship that might already be doomed. “At least he should be rested,” they opine.
And, of course, fans are getting antsy the closer we get to real football action. It’s one thing speculating how the Saints might react to the Offseason From Hell; it’s another thing to find out. What if the whole thing turns out bad?
Well, then it turns out bad. And we’ll deal with it, like we dealt with it in the past. “Wait till next year!”
Honestly, where is all this angst coming from all of a sudden? The Saints’ offense is intact. Its defense is improved. Its coaching staff is experienced and competent, and they’ve had months so far to plan, and have more months yet. These people are professionals, and yet everyone seems to think they have no choice but to curl and die because, Adversity.
How’s this for adversity: you take the field, and there are eleven large, muscular men hopped up on adrenaline and testosterone, armored like berserkers, determined to make you pay with pain for daring to stand against them. That’s adversity. And it’s what these guys love. It’s what makes them get out of bed in the dark, sweat and bleed through the summertime, and lie about injuries so they can continue taking risks.
Do you honestly think they’re going to fold just because of “uncertainty”? That they need the “help” of an extra preseason game? That they’re scared shitless by “unknown territory”? That Curtis Lofton, David Hawthorne, Brodrick Bunkley, everyone who chose to be here is quaking in his cleats, overcome by second thoughts, his tiny brain fizzing with uncertainty and leaking ozone? If that’s your attitude, then get the hell off this blog. Go listen to some emo.