Drew Brees eats thunder and sh*ts lightning. His mere existence is a reminder of how much the rest of us fail. If he and Chuck Norris were to brawl, life would mimic that of high school: a ginger getting beat up by a football jock. Simply put, Drew Breesus is wicked good at QB, kid.
He should be this year’s MVP. Is anyone better? As a Boston-area commercial would say: “I doubt it”. Listen, Brady’s my boy, and Rodgers along with rookie sensation Cam Newton are the future of the passing game. But 5,087 yards. In 15 games. Over 5,400 in a full season, plus setting TE and Offensive yards/pts records. To paraphrase Mr. Chad Ochocinco “That’s some Madden sh*t”.
Sorry Dan. You at least deserved a Superbowl ring or two. When you pull yourself out of that bottle, remember: you were in Ace Ventura: Pet Detective…so that counts for something, right? I’ve still got your Jersey! Laces out, Dan.
To be honest, it was never a fair fight. Football nowadays is all about the passing game (and two other QBs still have a shot at breaking the Dan Marino former record this year). Guys just slang it more, and the league has made it much easier on offenses, including WRs and QBs. Throwing for 300+ yards a game is merely expected of most top tier Quarterbacks.
But Drew Brees is in a different class. He throws as well in the pocket as Tom Brady. He throws out of the pocket, on the run or against the sack better than Cam Newton and Aaron Rodgers. His eyes are always downfield, even when he’s shaking guys that are 100 lbs. heavier than him off his shoulders or chomping at his ankles. Put all that together and he’ll chew you up like he did the Giants Defense (the single best performance of a QB EVER):
What a BOSS. If you’re a defender, this is the guy that keeps you up at nights and appears in your nightmares like Freddy. As you helplessly watch, he’ll carve you up…mainly because Breezy completes more than 70% of his passes (record). That number is even higher on 3rd down conversions. So let me add this: aside from being the best passer in and out of the pocket, he is also the most CLUTCH quarterback out there (if I hear one more Denver fan say otherwise, I’m literally going to slap them and tell them God doesn’t exist).
But then there is the most important intangible of any QB: resolve. Announcers call it “mental toughness” but what the hell does that even mean? How many concussions you can take? *John Madden current holds the record*
For me, resolve is about deciding to go out there and make a play when it matters most. You want the ball. You’re calling the bootleg. You know what you are going to do and you execute it. Like the Honey Badger, you take what you want.
So I ask you. Final drive to win the game. Who do you want at the helm? Brady? Rodgers? or Brees? My Patriots loyalty precludes me from answering my own question, but I think we all know the answer.
So if you didn’t see the record setting performance, here are the highlights. As you’ll see, the last pass of the game, and the one that broke the Marino mark, was of course, a needle-threading touchdown pass to the smallest guy on the team, Darren Sproles. Did I mention that Sproles was also cut by the Chargers? That last one must have felt REAL good for the two former San Diegans (whale’s vajayjay?):
And in the locker room following his record setting performance, while Sean Payton gave his speech, what was Drew Brees doing? Why he was down on one knee, head tucked to his arms (I believe that’s called Tebowing, no?) and saying prayers and giving thanks. He stood up to a raucus cheer and did something truly impressive: he thanked his team. He thanked everyone from the coaches and wide receivers, to the defense and the “ball warmers”:
The guy is a Saint in both senses of the word. He eats humble pie and washes is down with a glass of gratitude. He has numerous charities and foundations in his name and is an active voice in the New Orleans community.
He did however, neglect to mention the guy upstairs, Jesus or Divine Luck in his speech. No, he thanked a hard-working team, staff and crew. He acknowledged those around him for their sacrifice and belief in Drew Breesus and the Organization. Doing anything otherwise would belittle those that helped him achieve this feat *cough cough* Tim Tebow.
Brees has been told his whole life “don’t quit your day job”. He’s been called everything from “too short” to “not physical enough”. He was laughed at in the combine. So he shrugged it off and became starting QB for the Chargers (and posted very good numbers).
But then the Chargers cut him, in lieu of Mr. Phillip “Fumblitis” Rivers, who even with years of superior wideouts, runnings back (2003-2007 LT anyone?) and great defenses could never make it out of the AFC playoffs. Breezy said f**k it and turned to a city deserving of his talents (and loyalty). San Diego fans, I know this piece hurts, but the truth usually does.
Brees supposedly fell in love with New Orleans post Katrina, wanted to make it his home and aid in the rebuilding process. The city owes him a huge debt of gratitude, but should also be commended for giving at scrappy 5 foot 11 dude a shot at redemption. As it turned out it was a match made in Heaven. A city hungry for a championship, and a QB with a chip on his shoulder and a long line of haters to prove wrong.
Drew’s impact was immediate. In a season the “Aints” blossomed into a juggernaut offense, and “who dats” reverberated throughout Louisiana. Winning seasons begat playoff runs and soon the Saints were contenders. Over time, the Superdome went from a symbol of tragedy and loss to one of hope and inspiration (Thanks again, BP for taking that away from the Gulf). The Franchise had a new face, this one with a huge scar (birthmark) on his right cheek.
Then came arguably one of the most entertaining Super Bowl wins I have ever witnessed (I mean who onside kicks to start the second half?). No one inside the New Orleans city limits is quite sure what happened after Brees hoisted the trophy, but days later as hangovers ravaged the city, citizens could faintly make out a scar-faced man in a number 9 jersey driving a float down through the Quarter. Was it a mirage or was it a vision of more to come?
As the NFC playoff picture becomes clearer, I keep asking myself the same question: “Who dat gonna beat dem Saints?” In case you haven’t figured it out, it’s rhetorical, dumbass. Geaux Saints!
Editor’s note: I’m calling a Saints-Patriots Superbowl this year. As a Pats fan, it’s tough giving the Pats an advantage.