Time to light up the grill boys and girls, because today we are prepared to stick all you Saints QB experts on a skewer. It’s time for Weenie Wednesday and today we’re calling out all of the Breesus & Swiss Army Knife haters.
Now look, I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve been a little bit of a critic this season myself. A few weeks ago, I threw the whole team up on the flattop after their abysmal showing in Sin City. Some of that was even aimed towards Breesus Christ himself after he came out throwing more check downs than Joe Montana in a Sketchers commercial.
Some of the things I said were that he was fully of wrinkles, his elbow looked horrible, and that he was even a little “corpse-y.” Though I was beginning to become a little skeptical of seeing a Peyton Manning-esque fall from grace, the one thing I maintained was that I just wanted to see him throw the fucking ball deep once to prove me wrong. He had come close last week when he chucked one 20+ yards in the air, but we hadn’t seen “it” yet this season.
All of the experts were letting their thoughts be known:
Even in Holders United, the ignorance was on full display for all to see:
But then, the unthinkable happened:
On Monday Night down in the dome, Drewcifer let that baby rip to the tune of 37 yards in the air early in the 4th. While I wouldn’t have gotten Jessie Spanno excited for this 5 years ago, it was absolutely beautiful to see that the old man still had “it.” In doing so, he’s firmly got me off his back and I won’t be knocking him unless he starts getting too crazy and handing out pick 6’s like his new rival down in “Tompa Bay.”
All is right in the world.
Until Week 7’s first checkdown.
Weenie Wednesday Worthy Ways Continued
As if the mob against the greatest QB in Saints history wasn’t enough, everyone wanted to burn the heir to the throne at the stake as well. Of course, we’re talking about none other than the man, the myth, the legend, Saints Mr. Everything, Taysom Hill.
The Swiss Army Thorterback has had a bumpy start to the season and no one has had to hear about it more than me. As president of the Taysom Hill Experience, it’s been rough to see how Sean P’s deployed him in various situations and packages this season. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t approve of the way he’s being usedHowever, he didn’t deserve shit like this:
The slander of my boy was so prevalent, that even the Mayo Man himself had the fucking audacity to whip up this bullshit blog IN THE MIDDLE OF SAINTS GAME to rip on him?
Tensions were understandably high and enough was enough. It was like Weenie Feed Wednesday all over social media.
Well, Sean P stuck to his guns and (hopefully) silenced the critics for the foreseeable future. With the Who Dats driving down the field to tie the game with under a minute left, Payton took out his future HOF QB on 3rd down. All of New Orleans began to panic, save the 7% of us who never jumped off the train.
He then subbed in his future Saints HOF QB and this magical moment occurred:
- You don’t spit in the wind.
- You don’t tug on Superman’s cape.
- And you surely don’t give up on the most electrifying player on the Saints roster not named Alvin Kamara. Even with everyone shitting on him more than Brees the last month and a half, Hill comes through in the clutch by showing everyone why he’s constantly inserted in the offense. It’s almost like the Snowman knew that his blaspheming words would come back to haunt him.
And they did.
Just like that, Taysom converts the crucial game tying touchdown and saves a total meltdown from occurring in NOLA. It was a mixed bag of emotions from the Who Dat Nation afterwards:
Some of us cheered:
While some of us cried.
Overall this was a tale of two QBs and how the entire internet turned their backs on them; only to eat a heaping bullshit burrito in the end.
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times…-Charles Dickens
All of the armchair experts who reared their Weenie little heads out of the ground like prairie dogs only to get run the fuck over by a Jeep driven by Taysom and Brees riding shotgun. While the Saints continue to show chinks in their armor, rest assure that Sean Payton doesn’t give a shit what you think and maybe that’s the best thing for all of us.
Except maybe this loser.
Well maybe you should, pal. And stay there until you learn not to slander St. Taysom, first of his name, Leader of House Who Dat, Protector of Morestead, Bringer of Pain, and heir to the Poydras Kingdom.
Weenie Wednesday – Saints QB Experts
Weenie Wednesdays sole mission is to point out those who have acted like complete idiots or jackasses in the sports and entertainment world. Social media rants? Camera man groin kicks? Ridiculous interviews? They'll all be here. What makes me qualified to assign such labels? Well I'm a certified asshole by trade. Drop by on most Hump Days to see what Weenie is being served up this week. Any thoughts or suggestions on the Weenie of the Week? Drop a comment below.