Well, well. Don't this beat all? For the first time since 1993, and only the third time in the modern-era, the Saints are 4-0.
Like every other Saints fan, I hoped that the additions of defensive coordinator Gregg Williams and players like Darren Sharper and Jabari Greer would be enough to swing a couple close games our way. After watching this team lose a handful of games last year by seven points or less, I thought, "maybe, just maybe, this Williams cat can at least make our defense average."
Average. Think about that for a second: average. Our defense sucked so much so in (insert years of the Jason David/Gary Gibbs-era) that we hoped to land smack in the middle. We DESIRED the MEDIAN. Neutral. Switzerland.
Uh, Darren Sharper sure as shit ain't "average" -- mother fucker's BEAST. Not "a" beast, just "BEAST." He was THE difference maker against Mark "nail biter" Sanchez.
Oh, and by the way, Marky Mark, you just made an enemy in Jonathan Vilma. Good times for you, I guess.
Here's a tip for the future, "Sanchaise" -- next time you get picked off (and don't worry, that'll be sooner rather than later), why not spend your time on the bench with the OC going over defensive looks instead of sulking and biting your finger nails and then picking your teeth? Just a suggestion, Mark. Remember: you're a male model, not a male prostitute!
But hey, back to the winners.
Last week I wrote that the Saints had arrived and that it would take something significant on the part of the Jets to make think otherwise. Instead, the Saints' defense, led by Darren Sharper's grand efforts, has taken us all on a wild ride. I don't know where or when or how the ride will end, I just know that I'm enjoying the hell out of this ride right now. And I plan on enjoying it for as long as it lasts. Maybe even a little longer than I ought to.