It's only been three days and already I miss the Saints.
I miss the scary raw talent. I miss the maddening unpredictability. I miss the donnybrooks on the team plane. I miss the Droopy Dog owner comparing his million-dollar players to a high school team. I miss the quarterback with the 19th-best passer rating in the game, the guy who threw a pass backwards this season, calling himself "a great quarterback." I miss the Bayou Rudy kick returner who used to drive a beer truck.