It’s Thursday already, and I am just now sitting down to talk about the Colts game. Why? Truthfully, I wanted to soak in the slaughter of our former Superbowl opponent, delight in the Colt carnage that emptied the Dome early, relish the undeniable, unequivocal, dominant victory that set new franchise records.
After four full days of celebration, it’s time to face the elephant in the room… were the Saints beating dead horse?
Some, like my husband, make no apologies. “You can’t tell your offense to let up”, “you can’t let them back in the game”, “keep the pedal to metal”. He says he has no interest in a closer “good” game. In fact, he wants to see this same level of whooping every week for at least five years before he grows tired of it.
I have to admit, I fall a bit more in the other camp. Not just because it is an opposing view to my husband (because that helps of course!), but because I begin to feel bad for the other team. And let’s be honest, if we were on the other end of this situation, we wouldn’t like it one bit.
The truth is, there is no right or wrong position here…the margin of victory has nothing to do with intentionally controlling the score. What we saw Sunday night was a very good Saints team gel together and click on all cylinders. What we saw was professional athletes competing – because professional athletes do not know what it means to not compete. The win wasn’t personal, it wasn’t about feelings, it was about being our best. As we enter the second half of the season, playing our best and believing we are the best is critically important if we want to go deep into the playoffs.
So as it turns out…my husband may be right, or at least not wrong…this time.