Daily Special, June 9, 2012
36 Posted on June 9th, 2012 by Himself
You’ll have to pardon me: I’ve got a bad feeling about this.
Tom Benson has hired the former head of the FBI to investigate his team. Jonathan Vilma has taken on the most powerful man in all of sports. The Saints still have Gregg Williams’ back. And Roman Harper is ignorant and happy.
There. Now, with that out of the way, I want to talk to you about ducts. Actually, I want to talk about football, but unfortunately all there is right now is politics and legal news. Every offseason, we chafe and squirm and intermittently pop off: “Will this season EVER start!?” We never knew how good we had it.
We call this the “offseason from hell.” It’s worse than that: it’s the offseason from Hollywood. Everything that’s been piled on the Saints so far seems like something out of a screenplay by Ed Wood. Who would have believed this if it hadn’t actually happened? Yet—this being the Saints—we’re all braced for something really bad to come down the pike.
What’s next? My guess is that someone has video of Tom Benson lurking around the 17th St. Canal on the morning of August 29, 2005. Or maybe Greg Santini will rear up again, this time with evidence that Peyton Manning threw the ball deliberately to Tracy Porter.
Or…maybe Freeh will find something.
Supposedly—according to ESPN, at least (and did you notice the byline on that article?)—what Freeh is probing is the accusation that Mickey Loomis eavesdropped on opposing coaches during games. But if Benson has given him unfettered access to the team and all its operations, there’s no telling what he might find (this is Louisiana, after all). Of course, Benson is under no obligation (that we know of) ever to reveal what Freeh digs up. But if it’s serious enough, we might wind up seeing Loomis gone. Or Payton gone. Or Benson gone, of a stroke.
I’ve always told people, New Orleans is a great place to be from, because it’s probably the most interesting city in North America. Sometimes I wish it could be a little less interesting. Meanwhile, we’re all just waiting for the other shoe to drop…but at least I bet I can tell you where you got it.
On the Jukebox
Music appropriate for the end of life as we know it. Also, this is one of David Kelly’s favorite composers. I’d forgetten he did this. Satch, this is for you. I hope it’s not for all of us.