With the amount of soul-crushing losses I've experienced as a Saints fan, I have somewhat burned out. Let's just say that I am cautiously pessimistic. Lol. It just feels like other than 2009, the only thing waiting at the end of the rainbow for Saints fans is certainly not a pot of gold but rather a pot of wet, steamy dung. I wanna just get back to enjoying the games but I am not sure I can for awhile.
After the 2018 NFCCG no call, it felt like the universe owed us some sort of recompense in the form of at LEAST another Super Bowl appearance if not an outright Lombardi. Only to not only see that NOT happen but to watch the anal crevasses of Rams fans not only get a new stadium but win a Super Bowl in it and then watching the Bucs do the same thing because Drew didn't retire early enough and we missed out on getting Tom Brady. Of course, all of this is after us missing out on Patty Mahommes because the Chiefs moved up to snatch him.
I honestly feel like there is a pantheon of gods of football and after allowing us to win a chip have decided to tax us to death with frustration borne of injuries, probability busting events, bone-headed coaching, crazy ball bounces, and criminal officiating.
I am just gonna have to make peace with the fact that I myself, my brother, and my father were alive to see the Saints win it all. Because with this coaching staff and roster, while I WOULD LOVE TO SEE IT, I don't think we are gonna see it again.