But here's what you don't get to do. You don't get to hire Peggy Wilson's nephew to write a book in your name that, if the pub is any indication, is filled with the kind of self-aggrandizing blather that would make Ed Blakely blush.
“Sean Payton isn’t just a brilliant football coach, leading the NFL’s perennial losers all the way to the Super Bowl. What he has achieved in New Orleans goes far deeper than that. Amid the immense devastation of Hurricane Katrina, in a stadium that was a worldwide symbol of misery and despair, he has built a team and a culture of winning that have lifted a whole battered city back to its feet.’’
Sean Payton "lifted a whole battered city back to its feet" Really? Since when does anybody get to make a statement like that and not have the wood brought directly to his skull?
“(Payton) approached the challenge as two parallel missions. A struggling team had to be rescued. So did a struggling city. Both had been pushed back on their heels. Both needed a much stronger offense."Gahh. The city needed a "stronger offense" We are now compounding bad football cliches on top of the already uncomfortable milking of the flood narrative. It can't get any worse than that, though, right?
“And how did the people of New Orleans respond? With a Category 5 outpouring of gratitude and love"
Alright that's it. The Superbowl pass is now expired. Sean Payton just douched it all away. Still, it's gotta be better than "The X-Box Kid", right?
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