Hardly Perfect

So the Saints aren't perfect. So the Saints lost to Dallas. Big... fucking... deal. One team was trying to take aim at perfection, while the other team fought for its very playoff survival. What cost the Saints in this one, was coming up flat in a game that was much ballyhooed and over-hyped. New Orleans may not be perfect but 13-1 is still much better than 9-5 last time I checked. The bottom line in this one is that the Saints went three and out in their first two possessions AND their defense allowed Dallas to go on consecutive scoring drives to open the game. Game, set, match??? Hardly. These are the Cowboys after all and when they had the opportunity to put this game away, they did what the Cowboys do in late season games... tense up and struggle. Sure, there are some Cowboy fans that are spouting off at the mouth but shit, these guys can't help themselves as they aren't used to winning very many games at all in December, let alone a game against a quality opponent, seeking perfection like the Saints. By the way, these same Cowboy fags were unusually quiet leading up to the game but yet suddenly found their bravado after the girls held on for the win. Pussies are pussies, what can you say. Still, these same people talking their shit are the same ones who were trying not soil themselves as they watched a 24-3 Dallas lead disappear and their team get shut down for the final 23 minutes of this game. They clenched their cheeks together even tighter when Nick Folk missed a chip shot of a field goal to turn the ball back over to Drew Brees with 2:16 left in the game. Breesus, as they call him in cajun country, isn't perfect after all but guess what... he's still pretty damned good. He just happened to have had one off day in December. If only Tony Romo and the Cowboys could say the same. One positive thing out of all of this was that someone obviously ordered Tony Homo to get rid of his stupid fucking insidious grin. Now... whoever is responsible for that deserves a pat on the back!