It was only one week ago that Saints coach Sean Payton, after symbolically burying the team's 2006 season, then showing the team a literal 'empty bandwagon', then exhuming that same 2006 season, symbolically scattered the ashes of the 2007 season off a Lake Pontchartrain pier. He soon got sidetracked, muttering that the 2007 Saints season died too soon, much like the careers of talented replacement quarterbacks in the 1980s... Drew Brees sensed this was some type of film reference and chimed in, "Hey, Coach, just remember to put the cover page on your TPS reports". Sean burned inside -- besides having the ability to MAKE field goals, the departed John Carney alone possesed the innate talent to correctly pick up on a Big Lebowski reference -- without showboating. He would have taken the team to Rock-N-Bowl for white russians to hammer the point home, but the last thing he needed was another foot injury to Scott Fujita.
Well, after one win over a glacial Seahawks team that appeared jet-lagged in their own time-zone, those same soggy, mercury laden ashes have been symbolically dried and snorted by Coach Payton as if they were Keith Richard's dad. The Sam Rothsteins of Las Vegas must have been snorting something else entirely -- the Saints are 9-point favorites in this season's first iteration of the Dirty South bowl against the Atlanta Falcons. We here at Bloggy Blog don't care how awesome the Saints looked playing an opponent who couldn't punt without fumbling or even recover fumbles within their own defensive secondary -- in a game between two 1 win teams the line shouldn't be more than 4.5.
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