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Jonathan Vilma Wouldn’t Know A Hurricane from a Hand Grenade, But I Still Like Him

Being a football player is cool. Being a football player who seems to be over the whole “Willy Beamon” ego trip of playing in the NFL is even cooler. That’s what made talking to Jonathan Vilma feel like I was talking to the Jake Ryan of football. (That’s right, an Any Given Sunday and a Sixteen Candles reference in the same post. Deal with it.) Unlike the T.O.s, Chad Johnsons, and Jeremy Shockeys of the world, Jon Vilma knows he’s not bigger than the game.

A good 20 minutes worth of peak-time cell phone chatting with the Saints’ new linebacker left me breathing a sigh of relief about what’s to come in 2008 for my team. You see regardless of whether he’s willing to admit it, Jonathan Vilma will be an impact player in the Saints’ defense; if not on the field, than certainly in the locker room. Maybe it’s because he’s got a sense of purpose that goes beyond just winning games. Jonathan Vilma’s got something to prove.

We’ll get to the stuff he said about helping people in the community, knocking players on their asses and drinking in a moment, but first: the football talk. Here’s what’s clear; Jonathan Vilma is ready to make you believe that he’s the same guy who went 12th in the draft in 2004 to the Jets, won NFL defensive player of the year, and went to the 2006 Pro Bowl. His career was flying high until Jets Coach Eric Mangini made changes on the defense, shifting from Vilma’s favorable 4-3 to a 3-4 formation.

Things went from bad to worse in 2007 when Vilma suffered a season ending knee injury in week 7. That means this guy hasn’t played football since October. To say that he’s a “little bit anxious” to get back on the field again would be like saying you get just a “little bit anxious” when Olindo Mare takes the field. This dude is so hungry to silence his critics and overcome his injury he’s almost salivating at the mouth.

“I know what I was able to do the first two years in the NFL and I hope to get back to that level of playing. I want to get back to that level,” Vilma says.

When asked about his injury, his words reminded me of another resiliant player, Deuce McAllister.

 “So far so good. I haven’t had any setbacks. I’m not 100% but I hope to be close to it by the start of the season.”

When asked about whether he’s ready to take a leadership role in the Saints defense, Vilma played it coy.

“I’m the new guy. I just want to find my way. I don’t want to get there and mess up anything.

(They’re ranked 26th in the NFL Jon. You can’t mess anything up.)

Alright, enough of my football banter. Time for your questions.

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1 Down, 7 to Go


Beating the Falcons like they stole something in prime time…it doesn’t get any better than that for a Saints fan.  Except you gotta admit that after a while in last night’s game, bullying stopped being fun.  In fact, it started to feel like we were picking on the retarded kid in class. Oh wait, “retarded” isn’t politically correct.  Let’s say it started to feel like we were picking on the “Dubya-like” kid in class.

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Who Dat!  Cares!


On a Monday Night in 1994: John Elway and Joe Montana battle it out in a shoot out at Mile High.  Joe Montana throws the game winning touchdown with 8 seconds left.

On a Monday Night in 2000: The Jets make a miraculous fourth quarter comeback from a 30-7 deficit against the Dolphins to win the game in overtime.

On a Monday Night in 2006: Dennis Greens gives me my favorite new saying: “They are who we thought they were” following an amazing fourth quarter comeback by the Chicago Bears over his Arizona Cardinals.

On a Monday Night in 2007:  Something will happen when the 5-7 Saints and 3-9 Falcons face off, but no one will know, because no one will be watching. 

And by “no one,” we obviously don’t mean the Chicks.  After all, we’re masochists.  We say bring it, no matter how painful that “it” may be.  Besides, there are worse things than being a Saints fan and knowing your playoff hopes are shot, your two starting running backs are out for the season, and your coach makes crappy decisions.  We could have been born Falcons fans.  Their season was over before it even started.  And to top things off, there’s a pretty darn good chance things won’t look much brighter in Dirty Bird land next year.   Continue reading

There’s Bitter and Then There’s Full on PISSED!!!


To the 2007 New Orleans Saints: Congratulations! You finally found a way to overshadow John Carney’s missed extra point after the River City Relay in Jacksonville as one of the dumbest, most infuriating plays in our team’s history.  Now let’s line up and take turns kicking Coach Sean Payton right in his ass crack before we pop open some bubbly and celebrate! Continue reading



Not since “Frank the Tank” ran butt nekkid through the streets in Old School has a streak made this chick feel so darn giddy.  The Saints have won 4 in a row people.  They’re  just a half game behind the division leader in the NFC South, with nothing but losing teams to pave their way to the playoffs.  Go ahead and marinate on that for a minute… Continue reading

Double the Pleasure, Double the Fun!


Saints defeat Jaguars 41-24 and advance to 4-4.


LSU back at #2 in AP Poll.

River City Rematch


While the Chicks never wish harm upon players from other teams (well, almost never John Carney), we do admit to secretly doing a happy dance upon learning Jacksonville Jaguars QB David Garrard wouldn’t be suiting up on Sunday.  Before his high ankle sprain, Garrard led Jacksonville to a 4-2 record thanks to his speedy mobility paired with a laser rocket arm.  But against the Saints, he’ll be about as helpful as the lovely ladies on the sidelines holding pom-poms.  Continue reading