|Raffy! Raffy! Raffy!|
So, with the fever gone, I convinced myself, selfishly I might add, that the pick 6 was for my benefit and since the fever was now gone, I could actually enjoy what was to occur in the second half. Well. Damn you, Drew Brees and your 14 foot high tipped pass to Marques Colston that not only nearly got him killed but also was intercepted and returned for a touchdown. I want the fever back, with a 6 in the 'W' column. Not happening. So be it.
Whatever. I'm still mad too. At all kinds of shit. The Randy Moss OPI that wasn't called that would have been an interception that didn't hurt too bad because they kicked a field goal anyway? Yeah, fuck that shit. The replay shows douche bag line judge just looking directly at Jenkins getting spun around, only to be all "nothing to see here...move along." The Joe Morgan OPI call where he pulled the defenders arm to save an interception after being pushed to the ground? Garbage. Stinky, smelly, Good Friday Crawfish Boil garbage.
Fuck it. Even with all the calls going against us, we still could have won if, Good Drew had shown up instead of Bad Drew.
|"Don't kill me, guys. Won't happen again."|
There was more to take away from that game last night that very well might be lost in the emotion of the loss, but let's not disregard the fact that the defense allowed less points than our offense scored, which will win most games.