After the New Orleans Saints' first game three weeks ago, I declared that they would be going to the Super Bowl. I blabbered, “The Saints are going to the Super Bowl,” the whole week. Now, after a 3-0 start, my belief has just gotten stronger.
After the New Orleans Saints' first game three weeks ago, I declared that they would be going to the Super Bowl. I blabbered, “The Saints are going to the Super Bowl,” the whole week.
Now, after a 3-0 start, my belief has just gotten stronger. This year's Saints are the most complete team the franchise has ever put on the field and the most complete team in the NFL this season. Hands down.
The Saints won their first two games on the arm of Drew Brees, who played like he was the best in the league. Sunday’s win at Buffalo was a complete team effort and thus more impressive than the victories over the Lions and Eagles.
I missed much of the game Sunday but found my way to the television for the decisive fourth quarter. You see, I’m half Italian, and people from Italy take Sunday, the day of worship, very serious and believe it should be spent with family.
My mom often enlightens me with tales of how my dad’s father and namesake said it was a must for the family to get together for lunch on Sundays. Even though it is not really required, I often try to visit my dad on Sundays.
He recently purchased a new Evinrude motor for one of the old boats that was sitting in the yard, and Sunday is our day to head to the river. Of course, when the Saints’ season started, boat riding kind of took a back seat. But there is no one I would rather watch a football game with than my father.
Thinking this might be our last chance to water ski with fall upon us, we headed to the river hoping we could also catch the Saints game somewhere, too. I got up on the pair of old wooden skis in my first attempt in nearly five years a couple of weeks ago and wanted to try the newer curved ones Sunday. It took me a whole summer, over three months, to get up on those old skis when I was 12 years old, but I never gave up. It took me three tries Sunday on the fiberglass skis but it is true what they say. Skiing is like riding a bicycle. You never forget how to.
Somehow, I think my dad may have forgotten. For the second time in a row, he couldn’t accomplish the feat. He is a senior citizen now, and “You are going to be old one day” may hold true for him now. But I am sure he will never stop trying.
Well anyway, we finally made it back to catch the tail end of the third quarter. To my dismay, the Saints were only winning 10-7.
I watched as neither team was able to gain a first down and then saw an overthrown pass to Terrell Owens that could have spelled doom. Brees didn’t look sharp, but all of a sudden, the Saints began to take control on the ground, dominating the line of scrimmage. And it was Pierre Thomas who churned through the Bills’ defense in the absence of Mike Bell.
The No. 90s of this decade, Will Smith, Charles Grant and Sedrick Ellis, started to remind me of the No. 50s of the 1990s: Rickey Jackson, Pat Swilling, Sam Mills and Vaughn Johnson.
When the Saints made their memorable run to the NFC Championship two years ago, they won games because they didn’t have to rely strictly on Brees. If the Saints can win this year when he doesn’t have a great day, their potential is endless. Especially if they can win on determination and will alone, characteristics that go a long way.
Peter Silas Pasqua writes for the Weekly Citizen in Gonzales, La.