I despise that strutting preening ewok Mark Ingram. I hate watching him play. I can't stand how much of his schtick is "look at me, look at me" even when he does literally nothing noteworthy. As much as I admire and respect what Drew Brees is able to do, Ingram and his PED cheating makes it hard for me to be for the Saints at any time ever. That crimps my personal life because I have to fake it. I wish they'd get rid of him to make it easier for me.
Making a Superbowl is never a given no matter how good a team is. So in a way, I did hate to see the season end for the aging Brees today. Hated that the game (which was a good one) will be forever marred by the PI call that wasn't made. Well, by forever, I mean until one team or the other wins the Superbowl and then nobody but Saints fans will remember it at all. But knowing them, they'll remember it for the next 490 years and bring it up time and time again.
The degree of melt is where I diverge from the Saint folks. Calling for the ref and the Rams player to be assassinated? C'mon. Claiming that the entire NFL is rigged (which I think it is to a degree) and that it hates the whole state of Louisiana? C'mon. This meltdown is historic.