The anti-Alex sentiments that have kept the blogs lively through many an offseason have been noticeably muted this year. There’s still a few die hards out there getting spit spew on their chins, but by and large, it’s a quiet crowd in the summer of 2012.
Also missing from the fist pounders’ banquet are the shennanigans of a questionable head coach and his staff. Jim Harbaugh and his assistant coaches are all wearing halos this offseason. Aside from a tortured misremberment of the pursuit of Peyton Manning, Harbaugh is still the golden child.
This coming season should scare us for the very reason it doesn’t. 2011 was a miracle year. Expecting back to back miracles would peeve even Jesus, let alone the football gods. Lest we forget. The ball ain’t round. Football can hand us a pile bullshit faster than a Spitblood login.
Tarell Brown may have jinxed his season with his comments about wanting to lead the league in interceptions this year. Leading the league is a by product of good play, not a goal. It’s one thing to talk about career goals, as Vernon Davis did recently, but if Brown starts going for ints at the expense of his coverage, we’ll be seeing the back of his jersey way too often in 2012.
Anyone else think Drew Brees has worn out his welcome as a nice guy and entered the Gag Me Zone?
It was a fine little story in 2009, winning the Super Bowl, uplifting the spirits of New Orleansians, the whole city hero bit. The Saints crapped out in 2010, but they could blame injuries if they were inclined to whimper. In 2011, Brees trotted through the Twitter, PFT, ESPN news ticker universe like a daily vitamin pill — a highly vocal member of the NFLPA leadership group haggling with the NFL during the CBA crisis, while also gathering his team for lockout workouts that paraded his leadership and comaraderie skills. What a guy!
It’s 2012 now, the Saints’ reputation is in ruins, their head coach is banned for a year, and where is Mr. Wonderful in this mess? Blowing off the Saints OTAs while squabbling over a $20 million dollar contract, give or take a million or two, and offering up one lame slice of baloney after another regarding the bounty program operating under his nose in New Orleans for the past three years. His teammates might need a little of that flaunted leadership this year, with all the disarray, but Brees is too busy being a me-first empire now.
Four more weeks till Training Camp, guys. Good time to slip into a coma or go for a submarine cruise or become a baseball fan or watch paint dry or keep up with the Detroit Lions arrest records.