Okay, so that is essentially impossible, but with all due respect to our defense, if we let Dree Brees play with a short field, we are in more trouble than Alec Baldwin is with American Airlines….we might as well give them the trophy .
Historically, our defense has played lights out (Candlestick Park style) against New Orleans, but when their QB is on pace to break Marino’s passing record and their offense has more chemistry than Brad and Angelina in Mr. & Mrs. Smith, we cannot afford to give them any easy points.
Watching the Denver/New England game on Sunday, I couldn’t help but scream four-letter words at my TV when the Broncos made a litany of mistakes allowing Tom “The Terminator” Brady the chance to capitalize. This is the exact situation that will bury the Falcons if we put Brees and the Saints in a position to march in and start a drive from the 40.
It’s no secret that the key to Atlanta winning this game is stopping Brees. It’s no secret that the New Orleans QB will eat soft zone coverage alive. It’s no secret our pass rush has been less than ideal. No pressure, but we MUST get pressure.
I am not particularly concerned with the one, two, or three sacks we may rack up when all is said and done, but what I am asking (begging) for is pressure, hits, heat — every single play. Brent Grimes is likely to be back Monday which may be the extra somethin somethin we need to throw Brees off his groove, but we need everyone to step up.
The Saints aren’t all that great against the run. Mediocre at best…kind of like the Lakers will be this season (yes, I said it).
Although New Orleans gave up a season-high 20 points to Ponder and the Vikes last weekend, they looked much better against the run they have in past games. F0rtunately for Atlanta, we have this guy named Michael Turner who puts up 100 yard games like it’s going out of style. We could probably use that on Monday, too. I’m just sayin.
Monday will undoubtedly be a test for the Falcons. New Orleans has played like a top seed NFC team all season and deserves all the praise and credit they’ve deserved to this point. This game separates the men from the boys; pinning two classy, methodic quarterbacks against one another and lining up squads oozing with confidence at the best possible point in the season.
All things considered, I cannot wait to watch this game. Typically on Christmas Eve, our remotes are hidden and 48 hours of A Christmas Story serves as constant background noise for the shenanigans that inevitably occur on the day that proceeds the fat guy sliding down the chimney. THIS year, however, I would just like to extend a token of my appreciation to the NFL for slating a myriad of games that matter. Games whose underlining themes can be summarized by three words: “gut check time”. Games who will serve as an excuse for me to keep my eyes and ears glued to the television, blocking out, well…everything else.
Whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope it is everything you wished for and more. Personally, if I may, I would like to ask Santa for one thing on my grown-up Christmas list. Although the rest of us will be chomping on some turkey or triducken on Christmas Day, I’d ask that you deprived Mr. Brees from having any leftover bird to grub on Monday.
About the Author
Written by Nicole Flanary
I am a 23-year old female from Dayton, Ohio. I am without a shadow of a doubt one of the biggest football fans you will ever meet...no, seriously...I have a tattoo of a football and a flower on my shoulder. THAT big of a football fan. I ran track and cross country in college and sports have always been a huge part of my life. That being said, it was incredibly easy to decide what I wanted to "do with my life" when I got older. I combined the two things I am most passionate about in the world--sports and journalism-- and proceeded to pursue a career in sports entertainment. I have a pretty cold sense of humor, which I find translates well about 85% of the time. I apologize in advance for anything I say that may be taken as too blunt and/or brash. I am simply not big on sugar coating. Get. Your. Popcorn. Ready.