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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

They will call him Touchdown Ted

Or Teddy Football or.. it has been suggested... Theodore Throwsevelt.. but I am afraid that is far better than any of us deserves. In any case, what did the Saints get?
>The New Orleans Saints made a stunning move Wednesday (Aug. 29), acquiring quarterback Teddy Bridgewater in a trade from the New York Jets, according to ESPN and NFL Network.

With the move, the Saints add an experienced, high-ceiling quarterback to backup Drew Brees, and if the team can sign Bridgewater beyond this season, he could be in line to become Brees' eventual successor.
"Stunning?" I guess. Surprising, anyway. But it makes sense. I'd say a young QB who was an emerging star before an (admittedly horrific) injury is worth whatever risk there is in giving up a 3rd round pick. Especially when your starter is 75 years old.  For comparison's sake, notice the Saints are going to try and trade Tom Savage now.  Imagine how you would feel if your team traded for Tom Savage in the last week of the presason. This is much better than that.

Meanwhile Magary's Saints preview is out today.  Magary is a Vikings fan so he didn't phone this one in this year. It's pretty funny.  But, really, the best part is in the reader comments  and comes, appropriately enough, from a Jeff.
If the Saints win two games to start the season, every trust fund Bard graduate who moved to here to teach us balding locals the meaning and magic of New Orleans will become Saints Superiest Fans. Both the guys and gals will buy up the entire stock of gold sparkly hot pants from Beauty Plus, leaving the local prostitutes, whom they claim to morally support, out to dry.

We are a stupid team in a stupid sport with a fanbase of racist suburban fans and owned by the last woman standing in a real life game of Billionaire Survivor played by the family of a man who tried to move the team out of our city and into Texas after the storm. We have to pass a ridiculous self-congratulatory statue of Tom Benson that he erected of himself in front of the Dome in order to get inside for each game. I flip it off before every game that I’m sober enough to remember.

There’s nothing magical about the Saints. Like most of the city, it’s an illusion, money driven and racist and we are just the yahoos who are eye candy for the next wave of suckers brought in.

And that’s fine. If they can embrace that and not think anything means anything deeper, you’ll maybe survive.

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