So as I sit here venting the start of an 0-3 season, I am thinking about how much Drew's salary and contract holdout to the last minute is costing us. We lost Nicks in free agency because we didn't have the $$ to sign him, we lost TP to Denver because of the lack of $$, we lost Meach to SD and who knows what other talent we were unable to land because #1 we didn't know how much we were going to have to spend on Drew and #2 we didn't know when he was going to sign so we were unable to write other checks to other players.
In the future years we have Jimmy' Graham playing himself into a big contract and others will want more too. So I thought of this fan post as a way to gauge what others might be feeling about this as well. I also took the creative liberties of rewriting "Sympathy for the devil" by the Rolling Stones, hope you enjoy:
"Sympathy for the Saints" Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I held out for around for a long, long year Stole the Saints future, soul and faith Brees’ed to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the lack of my game I stuck around New Orleans When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the future of the franchise As I boarded the money train I rode the “Me” express Held out for the highest bank When the contract was signed And then my performance began to stank Brees’ed to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the cost of my fame, oh yeah I watched with glee While the Benson’s gave Salary for the next ten decades For the god they just made I shouted out, Who killed the offensive line? When after all turns out, it was me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of yesterdays And as I lay on the floor looking up I’ll probably get on IR before we reach 0-8 Brees’ed to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is the lack of my game, oh yeah, I’m down, baby Brees’ed to meet you You won’t forget my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the cost of my pay Just as every good player leaves And all of them become ex-saints As I take my money to the bank Just call me Bill Gates Cause I'm in need of some bank So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and a Jimmy John’s taste Tell me about all your pent up anger Because I laid your franchise to waste, um yeah Brees’ed to meet you Hope you remember my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is the cost of my name, um mean it, I’m down Drew, who? Oh yeah, He’s goin’ down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, I’m the one to blame