
“Job security, bitches!”
Well, fuck. That’s it. I have nothing left. Spags’s defense might come together – hell, they played admirably through over half the game given the shit they had to contend with, but it inevitably all came unraveled. I thought we had it in the bag – hell, everyone did. When the Chiefs responded to a great drive and touchdown with a massive kick in the balls on just one play - for their lone touchdown of the game, mind you – I hope you all felt it coming. Sure, the lead was still there. We had the ball. But you just knew it, right? In your gut. In your heart. In your fucking genitalia. Goddamn, we are going to lose this fucking game.
But I won’t bore you with a recap, or a bunch of miserable, heart-breaking stats (SaintsWin has that covered anyway), or a breakdown of the absolute worst offensive performance I can remember from a Saints team that held a roster spot for Drew Brees. Nope. This isn’t about one game. It’s about the nightmare season to come.




