That was about as bad a Monday night game decided by three points as you can get (at least since the one last week). If blocked field goals, turnovers and punt returns are your thing, then it was the game of the year. For the rest of us, swing passes are Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist gay. And between Martin Gramatica and Ed Hochuli, it’s hard to find a singular goat for this game.
At least if the play generally sucked, some good wood was being laid. After the Frerotte hit, T-Jack had to make a brief appearance, but was whisked away soon enough for Gus to come back to toss the winning score.
Thanks to ESPN for the sideline shot of Jeremy Shockey every other play. His heavy-lidded disinterest really reflected what was going on on the field.
Very au courant, but the classic clown is always more frightening than the gothic Joker clown.
See? That’s fucking chilling.
Never fear, Nawlins fans, so long as luchador Saints fan is around to ward off everything but turnovers.