So I thought watching Peyton Manning play was as good as quarterback play ever got.
Then Tom Brady came along, and well, he was at least Manning’s equal for a while.
I didn’t think it got much better. But man oh man, take a look at what Drew Brees is doing for the New Orleans Saints these days.
Yeah, I know the Saints got a little lucky Sunday, as the Washington Redskins completely melted down at the end of regulation (missing a 23-yard field goal? seriously? And then fumbling in overtime after you win the toss? Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy, owner Dan Snyder, who makes Jerry Jones seem like a wallflower).
But here’s the thing: When Shaun Suisham, sure to join millions of Americans at the unemployment office Monday, missed that kick, was there any doubt whatsoever that Brees would lead the Saints back? Of course not. Every pass is precise. Every throw is deep enough, or short enough, wherever it has to be.
We’re watching a man play the quarterback position to absolute perfection, and he’s been doing it for three years now. What an amazing player, and the perfect guy to come to Louisiana and give the people of New Orleans a little bit of joy after so much suffering.
I hope the Saints and Colts do go 16-0, just so the hated Patriots don’t have that record all to themselves anymore.
Other NFL thoughts, on a bizarre day of games:
–Speaking of the Pats, pretty weak second-half effort by the boys of Belichick, allowing the Dolphins to pull out a one-point win. I know, I know, Jets fans should calm down, New England is still going to win the division, and the Jets will miss the playoffs.
Still, nice to see New England sweat a little.
–I will say this: Just about everything the Jets needed to go right Sunday, to stay in the playoff race, happened: The Pats lost, and the Steelers shockingly lost to the Raiders (was that Bruce Gradkowski in the fourth quarter in the silver and black, or was that Kenny Stabler?), and the Texans lost. The Jets are now a game out of a playoff spot (Jacksonville’s, at 7-5, and the Jags have a tough schedule the rest of the way.)
I know, I know, I’m deluding myself.
— Had to suck be a Falcons fan Sunday: Not only does your team get blown out at home, not only are your two star players (Michael Turner and Matt Ryan) hurt, but your old dog-torturing quarterback, Michael Vick, comes out and scores two touchdowns on you.
***Random Tiger Woods thought: I just know, in some basement office somewhere in America, someone’s printing “Honk if you HAVEN’T had an affair with Tiger Woods” bumper stickers.
I’ll purchase two, thank you. And if you don’t think all his mistresses are going to be pitched a reality show with all of them living in a house together, my friend, you’re just not alive in America in 2009.
**Finally, my wife’s cool friend Tamara pointed us to this today, and it’s truly brilliant. A high school chorus decided to act out, with cards, the lyrics to the “Hallelujah” chorus. So perfect. I love how they go high for the high notes and low for the low ones, and the short monk jumping in the air at 1:10 killed me.