10.07.08 THE SAINTS! PRETEND! THEY’RE IN! A MOVIE!

In his defense, Drew Brees followed it up by yelling, “And THIS. IS. A FOOTBALL! AND THIS. IS. ME THROWING!”

“No white shoes after labor day!”

He only yelled, “THIS. IS. NEW ORLEANS!” to remind Reggie Bush he’s not in college anymore.

In response, Gus Frerotte yelled, “AND THIS. IS. WHERE. I’LL. PLAY. BACKUP. NEXT SEASON!”

Saints still lost, right?

His first draft was something about them being able to take their lives, but not their football. I think it was a good rewrite.

In Baltimore, the coaches are always making sure to yell “DO THE RIGHT THING” to Ray Lewis.

I would have went with “Are we ‘Bout it, ‘Bout it? Who’s ‘Bout it, ‘Bout it?”

Everybody remembers that Monday Night game a few years ago when all Brett Favre could say was “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father; prepare to die”

Just tell me that “Walkin’ on Sunshine” plays when they run onto the field and everything’ll be okay.

Our rooftop will blot out the sun!

Then we will play in a dome.

After the game Drew Brees hit the showers and yelled “SAY ‘ELLO TO MY LIL’ FRIEND!”

Fuck alla you and Gus Frerotte.

After the game, Brees felt more like Ephialtes than Leonidas.

Martine Gramatica = that one fuckin Spartan that gets his head cut off. As of tomorrow.

I remember when Michael Vick used to recite lines from Benji. Now he’s someone’s bitch. Poetic justice is nice, but poetic rape is awesome.

The Saints got fired up alright, then went out and played like Val Kilmer.

I think what Brees meant was that their chances of making the playoffs are spartan.

Brees yells the same thing at girls who refuse to show their tits when he offers beads.

I yell the same thing at girls who refuse to show their tits.

Waaaaaiiiit a minute . . .

Donk,
Fat or skinny Val Kilmer?

Fat one looks like he knows how to take down a meal or three.

Drew Brees was heard under the center saying “Your noodle aint limp at all lover-boy. I think you sweet on ol’ Billy the Kid… (sniffs his fingers) …oooh, but smell you. …”.

I show my tits to guys in New Orleans. Well, one guy. No beads required

After a hand-off Brees yelled at Reggie Bush “Run Forrest, run!”

What the mics missed will clear up most of the confusion. Drew was explaining to his teammates, for the final time, what he named the caterpillar that lives on his cheek.

Jesus Christ, Brees. You make millions of dollars. Get that shit lopped off.