10 December 2017

Parade of Bullshit

How's this for a couple of days of bullshit?

A day before the Saints played the Falcons on December 7th, the NFL’s Arthur Blank-led compensation committee finally rewarded Roger Goodell with a $200M contract extension.

Goodell’s contract came after months of bad blood and threats of litigation from Jerry Jones, who had obstructed the formalities. Blank eventually won this power struggle between two of the NFL’s most influential owners, and delivered Goodell his new contract.

On Thursday the 7th, the Saints played the Falcons and Goodell’s lackeys were lined up in support of Blank's Falcons.

The pregame festivities were highlighted by some good, old-fashioned institutional cheerleading by ESPN—"A Few Good Men: Why the Atlanta Falcons are the NFL team America needs right now.”

The Saints were playing in Atlanta, their fifth Thursday night road game in six seasons, a scheduling peculiarity that seemed less indicative of randomness and more reflective of intent.

The Saints lost 20-17 in one of the more maddening games the Payton-era Saints have played. The Falcons covered the spread by a half-point.

During the game, the Saints were penalized eleven times for eighty-seven yards (the Falcons four for thirty-five). Sheldon Rankins, of note, was flagged for a phantom roughing-the-passer penalty on a failed third down, which soon thereafter resulted in a Falcons touchdown, a sequence that significantly impacted the game.

This was a particularly-awful call from what I deem an officiating crew favorable to the home team, a nod perhaps from Goodell to Blank for his months-long, steadfast support during contract negotiations.

An officiating crew, it turned out, staffed by a former Falcons player who wasn’t a regular member of this crew, but assigned to work the game nonetheless.

An officiating crew that awarded the Falcons nine first downs via penalty, the highest total in the NFL in twenty years.

It got a little bit worse too …

Toward the end of the game, while the Falcons were running out the clock, Sean Payton tried desperately to call a timeout and preserve the few seconds remaining. When referees didn’t acknowledge his overtures, Payton ran on to the field to get their attention. For this, the officiating crew penalized Payton and assessed the Saints a ten-second run-off of the clock which ended the game.

The resulting mess was a one-sided officiating job that drew the ire of Saints fans and Sean Payton alike.

The day after the game, the NFL announced Payton was facing discipline for his actions towards the officiating crew. Then, because this wasn’t all infuriating enough, we got another little knife twist on Sunday morning when Jay Glazer reported that the NFL recently hired Mike Cerullo.

Cerullo, of course, was the NFL’s purported source of and key witness during Bountygate. During Bountygate, legal testimony revealed Cerullo as an unreliable employee, a disgruntled former coach, and a liar—including his admission that key parts of his Bountygate testimony were “inaccurate.”

And yet, five years after helping the NFL craft its grand and spectacularly-unjust Bountygate PR campaign, Cerullo landed a job in the league office. Because of course.

Quid pro quo.

Same as it ever was.

Now the league department that employs Cerullo will determine how Sean Payton is disciplined as a result of the Falcons game, the cherry on top of the festering pile of bullshit heaped upon the Saints and their fans this week.

How’d Payton react to the news?

And here we go.

Now we await the disciplinary ruling.

Stay tuned.

The next truckload of bullshit may not be far behind. 


22 October 2017


The Saints have won four consecutive games after starting 0-2.

They've won all four by 9+ points, something they've only accomplished in 1987 and 2009 when they fielded two of the best teams in franchise history.

During their four-game winning streak, the defense has surrendered an average of 13.5 points, turned the ball over 10 times, recorded 14 sacks, scored three touchdowns, and batted down 16--SIXTEEN!--passes against Matt Stafford alone.

In two weeks--since before kickoff of the Lions game--the Saints' odds to win the NFC have dwindled from 25:1 to what will probably be 9:1 after this week's games end.

(edit, officially 8:1 to win the NFC)

The Saints have won with an ascending defense and dynamic running game, an idea so foreign to the Payton-era Saints that you might question whether you're lost in a fever dream induced by 50 straight games of utterly hopeless defense.

But just in the nick of time, sometime during the first drive against the Panthers in week three, the Saints turned it around. Since then, they've quickly leapfrogged to the top of the NFC South and positioned themselves as contenders for the NFC crown.

So how'd this happen?

Well ... here's how:

First, they nailed the 2017 draft. As a result, the Saints are not weak at any position, and are really good in several spots.

They landed the steal of the draft in Marshon Lattimore, a shutdown cornerback, something the Saints have probably never had. Lattimore’s presence has transformed the defense from the porous unit we've watched for three seasons into a formidable group bounding with confidence.

On the defensive line, Cam Jordan has grown into one of, if not the, best defensive ends in the league. In his seventh season, Jordan has built himself into a fierce edge rusher, elite run defender, inspiring leader, and all-around likable guy.

Anchoring an improved special teams is the NFL's best kicking tandem in Thomas Morstead and Will Lutz. And on offense ...

Trading up for Alvin Kamara was a stroke of genius, giving the Saints a fearsome, dual-headed rushing attack, but more importantly giving Sean Payton the hollow point that makes his offensive machine truly deadly, as illustrated during the preseason over at the incomparable Black and Gold Review.

The offensive line, an injury to Larry Warford notwithstanding, is one of the league's best.

And of course, there is the great Drew Brees, a guy who, at age 38, hasn't defied the odds as much as he's relentlessly pursued greatness, carrying the franchise and fanbase along for the ride.

He's cemented himself as one of the greatest quarterbacks in NFL history, and will before too long own every major passing record. In 2017, Brees remains one of the NFL's best quarterbacks, and is poised to again show that he's one of the league's best postseason performers.

When you look at the 2017 Saints absent the context of 2014-2016, it isn’t difficult to see why the Saints are the NFC's best team. They are a young, confident, talented group led by an all-timer at quarterback and a Super Bowl-winning coach. The calculus here isn't all that complex.

The oddsmakers might not be fully on board yet, but give them a few weeks. They won’t be far behind.

The most promising aspect of this team is that they're just scratching the surface of their potential. Last week, Brees said as much. With a team this young--and remember, the Saints are fielding the NFL's youngest defense since 1991--the already-impressive 2017 Saints stand to improve by the week.

That's great news for Saints fans, and bad news for the rest of the NFC.

Back in 2011, there was something special about the Saints. It was more than just the talent. It's as hard to pin down and articulate now as it was then, but there was a deep-rooted belief and aura that infused the team with a sense of unwavering confidence.

After six games in 2017, I’m starting to get that same feeling.

It's time to settle in and relax.

We are in for one hell of a fun ride.


20 August 2017

Do You Even Lift, Breaux?

A few weeks before the 2017 season starts, the Saints have shown us a few things.

Michael Thomas is on the verge of greatness. The backup centers can't snap the ball. Will Lutz is going all Great Dane with it. The Ingram-Peterson-Kamara crew looks fun as hell, if not downright daunting. Tommylee Lewis might just render the Brandin Cooks' departure moot. Ted Ginn still can't catch. Marcus Williams looks every bit the ballhawk the Saints have long been without.

And then there are the injuries. Significant injuries.

First it was Max Unger. Then it was Armstead. Then Fairley. Now Delvin Breaux.

Breaux's injury has been particularly instructive, a window into a franchise being held together by Drew Brees and a roll of duct tape.

photo c/o USA Today

The Saints mangled, in every conceivable way, Breaux's recovery from a broken leg in 2016, subsequent diagnosis during the 2017 preseason, and hastened return to the field. It has been quite the spectacle to ogle, something the Payton-era Saints have done artfully over the years.

Let's review. 

After Breaux’s diagnosis by the Saints’ medical staff (a contusion), Saints' coaches urged Breaux to play through the pain in his leg, something Breaux attempted, then smartly chose not to do further. When Breaux rebuffed his coaches and decided not to practice, what did the Saints do?

Did they think that perhaps Breaux had been misdiagnosed? Nah. Did they consider that rather than needing to be prodded, Breaux needed medical attention? Of course not.

Instead, like a Fat Elvis lounge act whose bag of tricks emptied long ago, they pathetically leaked a trade rumor to the media in a delusional attempt to "motivate" Breaux. As fucking if. Almost beside the point, but equally moronic, was the idea that any team with a modicum of lucidity would trade for an injured player.

Yet this was the plan the Saints settled on.

And how'd that work out?

Two days after leaking the trade rumor, the Saints announced that Breaux's "contusion" was in fact a *fracture* requiring surgery. Surgery, mind you, on the SAME FUCKING LEG Breaux had a plate inserted into last year.


... see, uh, so, what had happened here, um, was ...

Next the team fired two of its orthopedists. Plenty of us howled with laughter at the continued fuckery on display in the Saints organization. I mean ...

Other than Drew Brees, if there's one guy on the roster who deserves the benefit of the doubt when it comes to toughness, it is Delvin Breaux who, after a damn-near catastrophic neck injury in high school and a grueling, meandering path back to relevance as a football player, established himself as a legitimate NFL cornerback and pride of the local community.

Do you think, maybe, just fucking maybe, this isn't a guy with a propensity to dog it?

Don't blame the medical staff for a mistake. Blame the Saints' leadership for failing to envision a scenario other than Delvin Breaux half-assing it.  

Laughable, man.

In a post-Bountygate era filled with dumbassery from top to bottom--the Greenbriers, the Stanley Jean Baptistes, the Junior Galettes, the Rob Ryans, the Jairus Byrds, the CJ Spillers, the Brandon Browners and on and on and on like that--this episode delivered more of the same.

It showed just how overwhelmed the Saints' front office is, and one wonders how hopeless this franchise would be without the great Drew Brees.

Ready for the Saints' 2017 season?

I sure as hell am. Just watch what you wish for.


02 September 2016

Ten Years Gone

Here's a question: are the 2016 Saints worse than last year's team?

The 2015 Saints were particularly bad.

They rallied to finish 7-9. They fielded one of the worst defenses the NFL has ever seen. They overpaid free agent Brandon Browner, installed him as a team captain, and then watched Browner immediately cement himself as the worst defensive player in franchise history. The defense surrendered a league-worst 4.92 yards per carry, while allowing the most passing touchdowns in a single season by a significant margin. After week 10, they fired their itinerant, overmatched defensive coordinator.

This was a bad team.

(Remember the Saints barely escaping with a win after Drew Brees threw seven [SEVEN!] touchdowns against the Giants? That they won seven games in 2015 is a miracle and testament to Drew Brees's singular greatness.) 

In an attempt to remedy the defensive ills of 2015, the Saints replaced Rob Ryan with Dennis Allen, the Saints' fifth defensive coordinator in the past eleven seasons. Allen was marginally more effective in six games last year as the interim defensive coordinator; he's now had an entire offseason to improve a defense that can not possibly get worse. 

More importantly, the Saints cut Brandon Browner in order to rebuild a secondary that in 2015 surrendered a 116.2 quarterback rating to opponents, the worst mark in NFL history. Then a few weeks ago, the Saints doubled down and ushered out the loquacious, underwhelming Keenan Lewis.

Stepping in as starting cornerbacks this season are Delvin Breaux and PJ Williams. Breaux, whose travails are well known, is on the precipice of becoming the most beloved Saint in recent memory. If you trust Mike Detillier, Breaux is also the best cornerback in Saints history. Premature? Yep. Encouraging? Sure.

Williams is a high draft pick who's played well enough to acquire a central role after redshirting last season. Williams' production this year, whatever it might be, surely won't be worse than the indelible portrait of suck authored by Browner in 2015.

To bolster a linebacking unit that's been adrift since Jonathan Vilma departed, the Saints signed veteran James Laurinaitis. Having played 112 consecutive games, Laurinaitis provides an element sorely lacking on the Saints' defense since 2013: intelligence. For a defense that struggled mightily in 2015 with basic assignments, substitutions, and penalties, the addition of Laurinaitis should not be overlooked. After all, how many times can a team let an opposing tight end roam free?

If these changes elevate the Saints' defense from historically abysmal depths, the team might be on to something this year. This, however, rests tenuously on the Saints' offensive line. And unfortunately, the O-line is charting a course like that once-proud, iceberg-bound steamship of renown.

Where them deck chairs at, brah?

Andrus Peat, a left tackle in college, drafted to play right tackle for the Saints, failed to supplant Saints' right tackle Zach Strief this offseason. Strief, clinging to a fading skill set, is back for an 11th season. In the meantime Peat's been shuffled from tackle to guard on both sides of the line, and he's responded to each challenge with equal parts malaise. Sean Payton has acknowledged Peat's struggles, and is scrambling to make use of his 2015 first-round pick. Combine this with the fact that Terron Armstead is recovering from injury and that the other guard spot is equally unsettled, and you currently have an offensive line that resembles used gauze.

Protecting Drew Brees has always been priority #1 of the Payton-era Saints, and right now accomplishing that looks more difficult than ever.

Brees, meanwhile, enters the season playing out his contract for the third time in a Hall-of-Fame career. There's a reasonable chance we're seeing Brees's final season as a Saint. For 2016, Brees is equipped with his best wide receiving corps since the heyday of Colston-Devery-Moore-Meachem. Mark Ingram is at the peak of his career, and CJ Spiller looks healthy after a fruitless 2015 season. The skill positions are as capable as they've been since 2011, and yet the struggles of the offensive line overshadow the entire enterprise.

This is especially damning with respect to the 2016 schedule. The Saints face what appears to be a murderer's row of defensive front-sevens: the Panthers (twice), Chiefs, Seahawks, Broncos, Rams, and the Cardinals. Throw in Khalil Mack/Raiders and the always-maddening 49ers, and the outlook portends doom.

The Payton-era Saints have overcome so much: a franchise history of futility, a natural disaster, a witch hunt, poor drafting, a litany of bad contracts, and an addiction to bad defense. In spite of all this, it's been a spectacular ten-year run. What they, and Brees, might not come back from is an offensive line that can't do its job.

It looks bleak right now, but the season is yet to start.

Don't go waving that white flag just yet

10 December 2015


At 4-8, the 2015 Saints are staring down the barrel of their worst season under Sean Payton.

via Sports on Earth

The Saints’ defense is as bad as one might imagine an NFL defense can be. The offense, while capable, represents the least imposing unit under Payton’s direction. The special teams have suffered through a rotating cast of kickers, punters, and returners. Injuries have abounded. The roster is shallow, combining a core of older players with a collection of inexperience and youth. The Saints’ salary cap is in poor shape—among the league’s worst—and will remain stretched thin in 2016.  

To these woes you can add uncertain futures for both the quarterback and the head coach.

Drew Brees is headed into the final year of the contract he signed in 2012. The Saints owe him a $19.75 million base salary next year that carries a daunting $30 million cap charge. Conventional wisdom says the Saints will extend Brees’s contract, mitigating the 2016 cap hit by signing Brees to a more team-friendly contract. With the Saints' 2016 salary cap already in poor shape, however, the Saints might let Brees play out his current contract and wait another year to determine his future with the franchise.  

Less likely scenarios involve trading or cutting Brees after this season. Trading or cutting Brees would generate a significant cap savings that would shift the franchise full throttle into the wilderness of "rebuilding." Also unlikely, but possible, is that Brees will simply retire after this season.

Right now, you’re looking at: a.) Brees’s final four games as a Saint; b.) another contract that keeps Brees in New Orleans for another three years or so; or c.) a farewell tour in 2016 as he plays out his current contract.

Intertwined with this is Sean Payton’s future as the Saints’ head coach. Payton is under contract in New Orleans for 2016 and 2017, though that does not preclude him from leaving at the end of this season. The rumors of Payton departing New Orleans have been consistent (if not rampant) this season, and with all the smoke, there’s probably a fire lurking somewhere. Does Payton want a fresh start elsewhere next year? Is he angling for a contract extension in New Orleans in the face of a tenuous ownership situation? Is the NFL media just drumming up filler because it sells?

For his part, Sean Payton has steadfastly maintained his commitment to New Orleans all along this year. During games, he’s been animated and intense and engaged for the most part. By his words and actions Payton looks invested in the Saints, though these final four games might change his mind. It's not out of the question that Payton is keeping his options open while his value is high, all the while attempting to mask those intentions.

If Payton stays in New Orleans, he is faced with rebuilding his defense (again) while continuing to overhaul the roster with talent and youth. Though the 2015 draft has produced positive results for the Saints, they’ve been blunted by the contracts the Saints have recently dispensed.

No contract failure is more glaring than that of Junior Galette, who hoodwinked the Saints before getting cut and saddling the team with a load of dead money. Lucrative contracts for Jimmy Graham, Jairus Byrd, Brandon Browner, CJ Spiller, and Keenan Lewis have not proven worthy either. For a premium price, the Saints have received middling-to-poor returns and a bloated salary cap. Those results might reside in the wisdom of signing said players, yet they also might point in another direction: coaching.

Why have players with extensive track records of success like Byrd, Browner, and Spiller failed--some spectacularly--in New Orleans? Are they damaged goods? Past their primes? Unmotivated? Or are they miscast and poorly prepared?

When you consider this in the context of former Saints having success in new locales—notably Malcolm Jenkins, Roman Harper, and Patrick Robinson—it’s fair to question whether the Saints’ coaches are capable of properly utilizing the resources at their disposal.   

Looking ahead, not only do the Saints need better players on their roster, they also need better coaches on their staff. I’d argue that the coaching element is more important, especially with a roster that will be getting younger.  

With four games remaining this season, the Saints face as much uncertainty as they have since early 2012. Big changes are ahead. Sean Payton has been with the team for ten seasons, an eternity for an NFL head coach. Drew Brees will soon be 37 and pondering his NFL endgame and life after football. The roster rebuild will continue. A defensive reboot will once again be on the way.

The Saints’ final four games won’t simply impact the team’s 2016 draft position, they will influence whether Sean Payton and/or Drew Brees return in 2016. If this is the last we see of the Payton-Brees combo in New Orleans, enjoy it.

It has been one hell of a fun ride.

05 November 2015

Doubling Time

After a humiliating loss in Philadelphia in week five, the 2015 Saints appeared to be, and probably were, the worst team in the NFL at 1-4.

via espn.com

Since then they’ve won three straight games against the Falcons, Colts, and Giants. Now midway through the season, it’s tough to tell if the Saints are poised to make a run or if they're just drunkenly shaking a Magic 8-ball every week. They’ve beaten the Brandon Weeden-led Cowboys; the Falcons at home on a short week; and a crumbling Colts team. Last week they beat the Giants in a freak show for the ages, a football game straight out of the mind of Salvador Dali.  

Now 4-4 at the halfway point, the 2015 Saints have been all over the map: frustrating (Tampa), hopeless (Philadelphia), surprising (Carolina), inspired (Atlanta), and explosive (New York). Their multiple personalities have kept us entertained along the way. Perhaps, after being left for dead just a few weeks ago, they might even be pretty good.

If it looks like we’ve seen this story before, it’s because we watched the 2007 and 2012 Saints battle back to 4-4 after poor starts. What followed in those years was less than inspiring, and there may be a similarly sad third act on the way soon.

For some reason though, this team's fate seems more hopeful.

But first, about that defense …

The Saints defense, as is its wont under Payton, has struggled mightily. They’re the league’s worst unit according to Football Outsiders. They’re allowing an average passer rating of 108.7, good (bad) for 30th in the league. They’ve given up a league-worst 6.4 yards per play. For context, the 2012 Saints defense, among the worst of all time, surrendered 6.46 yards per play—the worst mark in league history.

It hasn’t helped that Brandon Browner is drawing penalty flags at an astonishing rate, or that Kennan Lewis is hobbled with an injury. A guy that Saints fans (like me) have hailed as the NFL’s next great cornerback in Delvin Breaux has allowed five touchdowns in the past two games. The 49 points surrendered against the Giants are a record high against a Sean Payton-coached team.

The conventional perception that this Saints defense is a capable unit hasn’t matched its reality through eight weeks. Worse, it’s increasingly difficult to maintain confidence in a Rob Ryan-coached defense that’s been routinely outmatched for the last 24 games.  

It’s not all bad news, though. The Saints defense has been excellent on third down, fourth-best in the league. They’ve forced 12 turnovers, tied for sixth-best. 19 sacks are good for seventh in the league. Cam Jordan is playing at a Pro Bowl level. The defense’s youth—Kikaha, Anthony, Breaux, Swann, Richardson—offers some hope that the defense will improve in the season’s second half. Even better, they’ll be facing the league’s easiest schedule the rest of the way.

The second half schedule is:

  • vs. Tennessee (1-6)
  • at Washington (3-4)
  • BYE
  • at Houston (3-5)
  • vs. Carolina (7-0)
  • at Tampa (3-4)
  • vs. Detroit (1-7)
  • vs. Jacksonville (2-5)
  • at Atlanta (6-2)

Besides the schedule, the most confidence-inspiring factors for the remainder of 2015 reside in Sean Payton and Drew Brees. That’s obvious enough, but for a while this season, it looked like their individual bests were behind them. Brees injured his rebuilt throwing shoulder, faced an uncertain diagnosis, struggled for a bit, and then regained his form.

Early in the season, Payton, a year removed from securing the “Grandpa Sean” moniker, drifted aimlessly under a fog of caution before finally shaking off the cobwebs. In the past three weeks, we’ve seen fake field goals, punt blocks, flea flickers, mindless challenges, and 4th down aggression—all things we’ve come to know and love from the unpredictable and brazen Payton. Lately, instead of quarreling with Rob Ryan on the sideline, Payton has smiled and fist-pumped and hi-fived and hugged his players.

He’s got his damn Juicy Fruit back.

This past Sunday, for just the third time under Payton, the Saints scored more than 50 points (51 vs. Green Bay in '08, 62 vs. Indianapolis in '11).

Payton has a team and a locker room that he loves, and regardless of their expectations, the team is playing with joy and unity, a designed shift from the poison and acrimony of 2014, a current state that offers the best case for a strong finish this year.  

Most of all, Sean Payton has Drew Brees, a guy who, after all of these years, after all of the records, and after an endless parade of single-game heroics, just submitted the best regular season game of his career. There’s no point in even deconstructing its statistical brilliance or its context, a performance so singularly sublime it defies rote analysis.

With Brees still capable of that, a peak that seemed past but is obviously not, it’s impossible to discount the Saints in any game for the rest of this season.

As fun as it’s already been this year, maybe the real fun is just now getting started.