Game 2 Preview: Saints

Five Things You Didn't Know About The Saints

1. Reggie Bush dated Kim Kardashian earlier this year. Because of this, Bush is allowed to retreat to the locker room once per quarter to apply sundry salves and balms to his junk.
2. Backup quarterback Jamie Martin has spent his career being considered worse than such powerhouses as Chris Chandler, Tony Banks, Tim Couch and Ty Detmer, all of whom he has held a clipboard for. Is it wrong to wish for Drew Brees to be hit by a meteor prior to Sunday's game? It doesn't have to be a large meteor... about the size of a chihuahua's head should do the trick.
3. The Saints' expression "Who Dat?" does not come from the pride of being an NFL underdog, as most people believe. It was actually coined more recently when displaced single mothers couldn't see who was raping them in the Superdome after Katrina.
4. Defensive tackle Will Smith will fucking kill the next person who asks him if he wants to get jiggy with it.
5. Rookie tackle Jermon Bushrod has the greatest name in football.

I won't re-hash the whole "the Katrina honeymoon is over" thing again because the Colts made that point obvious last week. The Saints were tied with the Colts at halftime and were then handed their asses in the second half by being outscored 31-0. The greatest part is that the Saints had a time-of-possession lead over the Colts for the second half (16:17 to 13:43), meaning they spun their wheels for over 16 minutes and had absolutely nothing to show for it. That's gotta be demoralizing. Reggie Bush (or, as they call him in New Orleans, "Jesus") had 45 yards from scrimmage and one punt return for two yards. Drew Brees was picked off twice by two guys you have never heard of. Indianapolis tight end Dallas Clark... did I mention he was a tight end?... got 14 yards on an end around, helping the Colts put up 164 yards rushing against the Saints. I'm not worried about this one. The Saints have their bye week after they play the Bucs on Sunday and they're already looking ahead to it. The old Saints are back, and this time they can't use Aaron Brooks as an excuse. Bucs by 8.

BONUS:

The best part of the Saints' unlikely rise to glory last year had to be Heather Rothstein, the "Fuck Da Eagles" chick from the Saints/Eagles playoff game. Here's Heather capitalizing on her 15 seconds of fame in Maxim magazine which, seriously, is how every semi-hot hillbilly whore should capitalize on fame.

But, much like the Saints, when she gets into a game atmosphere, she makes her home town ashamed to know her. Here she is looking like she does at work.