I’ve been holding on to Jeff Duncan’s first major Saints column of the season since training camp began. I like college football but to me Saturdays are a warmup for Sunday. Last September around this time Nowdy found out I spend my Sundays with the Saints. Nothing that transpired over the next several weeks since Duncan penned that column has changed his basic premise, that it will be defense that takes the league’s #1 offense to the Superbowl. Ladies and Gentlemen with a bit of luck this will be our year:
Unfortunately for Williams, he has no choice in the matter.
He was fitted with the crown the day he accepted Sean Payton’s lucrative three-year offer to lead the Saints’ defense.
Like it or not, he’s the bleepin’ savior.
The Saints open their 43rd training camp Thursday knowing they will go as far this season as their overhauled defense takes them.
Ten starters return from the league’s top-ranked offense.
The special teams appear to have been solidified.
A defense ranked near the bottom of the league in nearly every major category the past two seasons is the lone, glaring, overriding question mark.
Can the Saints stop someone with the game is on the line?
Can the front seven pressure the quarterback?
Can the secondary break up and intercept passes?
Williams was hired to provide answers.
Somehow, some way the defense must improve, or the Saints will miss the playoffs for the eighth time in nine seasons.
And that clearly will not sit well with anyone, least of all owner Tom Benson, who’s seen little return on his significant investment the past two seasons.
Of course, none of this is a revelation. The Saints’ training camp song seemingly always remains the same.
It’s the defense, stupid.
I can’t begin to explain this area’s love affair with our lovable losers except it is matched in only a few NFL markets. Lets get it on and bring dat Lombardi thang down south for a spell.