Wow!! How is someone inspired to start a blog while battling the urge to vomit you ask? The answer is simple, try being a die-hard Saints fan for 20 years, then being took on the roller coaster ride that was Monday night’s game against the Vikings. Being a Saints fan you experience sickening heart shattering moments on a season to season basis so you think that you’d be adapt to jumping up and down fist pumping across the living room at one moment then throwing your cell phone against the wall and searching for the battery for the next 15 minutes in the next moment, but you simply don’t.

As we have gotten better and risen to be an actual relevant franchise it has just gotten all that much worse. When I woke up this morning searching for my excedrin from the pounding headache that was a result of what I like to call “budget beer” and the rapid changes in temperature caused by such a game, I turned on ESPN hoping to see that Ed Hochuli had been banned for life for violating the league’s steriod abuse policy and also wishing that Martin Grammatica had been deported to whatever Central-American country he came from.

I mean come on after he cost the Chargers a key division game, the Panthers game (bogus roughing the QB even though it didnt affect the games outcome) and now with this smooth shafting of the Saints how does this guy still have his job? He should atleast be investigated for gambling or be repremanded in some way, where I am from if you do your job as poorly as Hochuli is doing his this year you wind up in the unemployment line. Anyone who watched the game Monday knows that  A)Peterson fumbled (blatantly obvious after the review), B) The holding call that negated the TD and led to the blocked FG was a phantom call, and then the no-call on the Bush facemask which led to him getting stripped were obviously officiating blunders or part of something much more serious like a Tim Donaghee type betting scandal.

Then theres Martin Grammatica second game of the year the little Spanish dwarf couldn’t make a 40-yard field goal. Ever since he was with the Bucs he made me sick with his little celebrations after even the simplest of kicks. Can we please just cut him, seriously, we might as well give 82 year-old Morten Anderson a call if were gonna trot this guy out game after gameto produce nothing (except maybe a few stomach ulcers for me and the rest of Saints Nation.

All this after a balls-to-the-wall all heart performance by Reggie Bush (probably the best of his career). Reggie really showed me something Monday night that I had been questioning since his rookie year, that being his heart and devotion to the Saints. I had been starting to think Reggie was more of a piece of marketing for the organization rather than a true Saint at heart but as I watched him fight back tears on the sideline while Minnesota kicked the game wining field goal I knew he was much more.

Im starting to think theres legitamacy to the curse theory being as the superdome was built over an old burial ground. Im also thinking that all these years of heartache may be God’s way of punishing us for calling a group of football players “Saints”,(maybe time for a name change.. see Tampa Rays removal of Devil) either way is the only way I can fathom how we lose a game after holding AP to 35 rushing yards. Even with all the odds stacked against us, the plethera of injuries, the three absolutely heart breaking losses, and the media skepticism I still have faith in the heart of this team. Atleast next week Oakland comes to town and maybe just maybe the football gods will show us some mercy in that one.

I’ll have many more posts to come not just about the Saints but the rest of the league including fantasy football advice. Seriously, I make ESPN’s Matthew Berry look like a bumbling retard. Stay tuned. Im out got to go find the excedrin bottle!

This post was originally written at The Blunt Truth a New Orleans Saints Blog written by Ryan Vigreux