Fresh off their first win, the Saints returned to New Orleans with a little extra pep in their steps. It must have been nice to be welcomed home by the crowd of die-hards who waited for their arrival along an access road to the airport. In light of the result of Sunday's game, the crowd ditched the pitch forks, torches, and grenades they originally planned to greet the team with and just held up some black and gold signs...
Now that they've got the winless monkey off their backs, they can focus on the mission at hand: kickin' some ass! The good news is, they're not delusional. They seem to know just how bad they've sucked it up this year and that they haven't quite shed all their sucky skin. In an interview with the AP, Scott Fujita said ...
"The only thing that one win did was guarantee we're not going to be 0-16. "We still got our butts kicked in the beginning of the season. But I think we all sensed that the tide was starting to turn. We should have won the Carolina game and that left a sour taste in everybody's mouth. So I think things are going to start to swing here."You tell em Vagita!
Just like the Chicks, they made no secret of the fact that Devery Henderson blows and couldn't catch a cold in the middle of the winter, much less a football in the open field. Of course, Center Jeff Faine was much classier about the whole thing than we could EVER be.
"Guys were making catches this week. That's the biggest difference. We still haven't abandoned what our goal is and that's to get back into the playoffs, and once you get back into the playoffs it doesn't matter what your regular-season record was."
Whoa, slow down big guy. First things first. We gotta win Sunday's game against the Falcons. We gotta fry them dirty birds like a 2 piece, spicy, white from Popeye's Chicken. We want to burn Deangelo Hall like he's, well, Jason David. Pin Joey Harrington on his back like Senator Larry Craig in an airport bathroom stall...Make Joe Horn want to rip out his cell phone in the end zone for one reason only: to call his agent.
(Yes Joe, we can hear you now. And no, we don't pity you.)
