Corner Booth

A few thoughts after watching the Saints beat the Falcons on Monday Night Football...

1) Both of these teams suck. Saints are 3-0, Falcons are 2-1, but they both looked awful tonight. In all honesty, I would love if this is the best the NFC has to offer (as the promos of the game would lead you to believe) because that would all but guarantee a Who-Dey (not Who-Dat) SuperBowl victory.

2) Kornheiser loves to call Theisman out on his bullshit...which is hilarious. (I hate Theisman)

3) After tonight's game the commentators couldn't stop talking about how great New Orlean's defense was since they "SHUT DOWN" the Falcons' rushing game. Oh, except that the Falcons rushed for 5.1 yards per carry. Do the math, that means if they would have actually ran the ball, instead of relying on Vick's unreliable, bullshit arm, they would have had a first down every two downs...but New Orleans was the "feel-good" story of the week so kudos.

4) Every year some jackass reporter on ESPN (usually someone from the south) proclaims that this is the year that Michael Vick becomes the second-coming of Steve Young, and will throw/run more than any single player in the history of football. He will single handedly win the Super Bowl for Atlanta, while simultaneously leading the league in rushing, passing, receiving, field goals, genital herpes (wait no, that's Ron Mexico), and corn rows. It's time someone told these hayseeds...accurate arms win Super Bowls, not inconsistent quarterbacks that play 11 games a year. Mark my word...Vick will lead this team nowhere this year.

5) New Orleans....the "Who-Dat" cheer is freaking me out. C'mon, I know you've had it forever, but the Bengals have owned "Who-Dey" and made it legit...please stop because it confuses me. Oh, and sorry 'bout that whole disaster thing.

So, after MNF, I'm salty as hell. Most of it is probably because I have Warrick Dunn on my fantasy football team and he did absolutely dick tonight...meanwhile I was playing Currin, who had Reggie Bush and beat me. Ugh, I now hate Atlanta.
Much Love,
Bo