Originally posted on WGNO:
As NFL Draft Day, 2013 approaches, Saints fans and the weary city that supports this most beleaguered of pro sports franchises should be experiencing a Steinbeck-ian “Winter of Discontent.” “To be alive at all is to have scars(1)” wrote Steinbeck and looking at the “mock drafts” one can eyeball at NFL.com (1a) the scar of not having a second round pick is fresh and still painful. This is the last little bit of “punishment” meted about by NFL commissioner Roger “Goodella The Hun.”
Since the Huns’ edict was announced(2) from the NFL’s version of Saruman’s tower, the fabricated story of how the Saints single-handedly conspired to maim NFL players has unraveled like Louisiana Lottery promises to fund public education(3). Linebacker Johnathan Vilma heroically(4) proved the fallacy of the Hun’s case by threatening to air the matter in a public court. To save Goodella from disgrace, the NFL dragged former commissioner Paul Tagliabue out of retirement to play arbitrator(5) but there never was any arbitration for the millions of scorned Who Dats who now know their coach was stolen from them and their team crippled by a lack of draft picks(6).
You would think that Goodella would find the decency to admit his “punishment” was excessive and give the team back their second round pick. But to think that you mustn’t understand the real motivation of singling the Saints out for “bounties”: to save the NFL millions if not billions in unstoppable brain injury lawsuits headed its way. Two weeks ago, Goodella and his legions of Lawyer Huns begged Federal Judge Anita Brody to dismiss the suit (7), saying the players knew the risks of head to head collisions while wearing helmets the size of beach balls; Goodella’s ace in the hole is the Saints, as in “see, we acted swiftly & decisively to protect players brains.”