Simple Question: Will the Saints beat the Seahawks on Monday Night Football?


Will the Saints beat the Seahawks on Monday Night Football?

With all the whining and smack-talking coming from the Great Northwest, I figured I’d just throw up a simple question about the coming matchup between the conference’s #1 & #2 seeds.

Who ya got? If you feel the need to defend your team’s inability to find any consistency on offense or question your team’s choice to keep a kicker who misses a considerable number of somewhat routine field goals, go ahead and do it below. OR: If you’re too afraid to speak publicly about your team, feel free to run to the comfort of your favorite safe haven of a message board. Seems like this may be the most active Seachickens’ board and this is definitely the most active Saints Board. I can assure you that the Saints forums will allow members to register from opposing teams, but I don’t know how it goes with that Seattle board. I only mention this because of that guy at “FalconsGetALife Forums” who banned all IP addresses that weren’t from the Atlanta area from registering.

This is how Keenan Lewis puts the proverbial nail in the Seahawks’ coffin.

My prediction, game stays close (within 3 points at the end of the third quarter). The fourth quarter starts with Seattle possessing the ball from the end of the third around their own 40. Cam Jordan stunts with Akiem Hicks, leaving Galette to pulverize Wilson untouched as he throws and Keenan Lewis picks off the wounded duck that was intended for one of the two receivers they’ve got who are taller than their quarterback — Baldwin, I guess — ) and houses it, putting the Saints up by ten. The Seahawks freak out and Pete Carroll starts muttering to himself about how he should have drafted a taller quarterback because of the trouble Wilson is having surveying the landscape 25+ yards downfield. Right as he is finishing the conversation with what he considers a younger, better looking, smarter and all around not so empty and frantic version of his current self, Wilson hits Golden Tate for what appears to be a sure 50+ yard gain. Yeah, not so fast…,holding, OL-man “we just got back from injury” negates the play because the line still hasn’t managed to gel and Wilson is subsequently sacked on the following two downs. Saints takeover on downs, run Thomas and Ingram down the deflated defense’s throat for a 7:00 drive that ultimately ends with a Garret Hartley 46 yard field goal. The Seahawks, now down by 13 — and seeing with a clarity like none they’ve seen before– muster all they’ve got in their pedestrian offense that is completely dependent on their defense putting them in winning positions and end up screwing the pooch to the point that the fans are filing out of the stadium with the writing on the wall and less than 4:00 to play.

Who Dat chants take over the Stadium, especially with it being so empty at this point and the architecture used to amplify noise picking up already reverberating chants, and make it onto the airwaves as Pete Carroll plasters on a smile in preparation to shake the winning coach’s hand at midfield, and can’t stand it long enough to even hug it out with Brees. Poor old man; dreams shattered like that in prime time on national television after Gruden and Tirico talked about their grit and determination for nearly fours hours (and this after the torturous love affair that every major “legitimate” media poutlet has had with the Seahawks since they beat what has turned out to be a “just-okay” 49ers team in Week 2.

Saints players, coaches and fans should all be quaking in their boots after taking little more than a glance at the games won by the “Vaunted Seattle Seahawks.” LOL. Seriously. Look at the teams they’ve beaten and consider the fashion in which it took place.

Only 8 more days till game day. Who Dat, y’all? Sure as a big dildo will go unclaimed rolling around the baggage claim, it ain’t going to be them hippy-lovin’ Seahawks and their fans who are always too stoned on that reefer to even notice that their team isn’t really that great. (See, another reason drugs are bad. They make even fans with a decent knowledge of the game turn into defensive haters who can’t do much more than say, “I know you are but what am I?”)