By Anthony “Tony” from the Westbank | WhoDatNation.com
Well, Who Dat Nation, somebody pour me a drink because THE SAINTS FINALLY WON A GAME AT HOME! Saints 23, Browns 22, in overtime! We went from the Catacombs of Paris to celebrating in the Superdome, and I should be jumping up and down like we just won another Super Bowl. But instead, I’m sitting here scratching my head, smoking my cigar, and asking one simple question: WE WON… BUT DID WE REALLY? Because if that’s what it takes to beat Cleveland, we’ve still got a whole lot of problems!
Now, I’ll give credit where it’s due. The boys fought, they didn’t quit, and somehow they found a way to get the job done. After that disaster against Pittsburgh, we needed a victory worse than Bourbon Street needs a street sweeper on Monday morning. And a win is a win, right? That’s what everybody keeps telling me. But good Lord, why does every Saints game have to feel like I’m one bad play away from calling an ambulance? We couldn’t put the Browns away in regulation, and we needed overtime to escape with a ONE-POINT victory. ONE POINT! AT HOME!
And here’s what bothers me. We just had a bye week. We fired a coach, changed kickers, and supposedly spent two weeks fixing what was wrong with this football team. So where’s the big improvement? Where’s the offense that can take control of a game? Where’s the defense that can slam the door shut when we’ve got a lead? I’m happy we won, but let’s not pretend everything is suddenly fixed because the scoreboard says 23–22. Cleveland came into our house and pushed us to the absolute limit. That’s not exactly the kind of performance that makes the rest of the NFL nervous.
Now we’re 3–5, and because the NFC South is the NFC South, there’s still reason to keep watching. That’s the crazy part! Just when I’m ready to bury this season, the Saints find a way to drag me right back into believing. I predicted a 23–20 victory, and for once I got the winning team AND the Saints’ score right! Maybe I ought to start selling lottery numbers on the Westbank. But I’m not ready to call this a turnaround. One ugly win doesn’t erase five losses, and it sure doesn’t guarantee the next one.
So here’s where I stand, Who Dat Nation. I’M HAPPY WE WON. I’M NOT HAPPY WITH HOW WE WON. Gayle Benson, Kellen Moore, and everybody else running this organization better understand the difference. We don’t need another week of speeches about progress. We need a football team that can win without making 70,000 people question their blood pressure medication. Enjoy the victory, boys. You’ve earned that much. But don’t confuse surviving Cleveland with proving you’re a contender.
WE WON. I’LL TAKE IT. BUT YOU BETTER SHOW ME SOMETHING MORE NEXT WEEK!
WHO DAT!







