Don’t be that guy. You know the one. The guy who can’t let go. So, instead of having faith in your new relationship you hide in the bushes at your ex’s house with night vision binoculars humming the theme to “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell. Please move on.
That’s exactly how I picture those of you that are still pining away for (now) Saints’ defensive coordinator Rob Ryan. This is our second year removed from him and yet we must all still endure the tweets and facebook posts about how much some of you miss him. Personally, I find that to be exceptionally faithless to the current DC Rod Marinelli regime.
What’s worse is Marinelli is apparently paying for the sins of his disturbingly unproductive predecessor, Monte Kiffin. We do not need to rehash here how infamously atrocious last year’s Dallas Cowboys’ defense was. We’ve had that jagged little pill force fed down our throats for months now through a 24-hour sports news cycle. It was a Greek tragedy, we get it. (Julius) Caesar died in the end. Spoiler alert.
Was Rob Ryan better than Monte Kiffin? Well since we’re asking rhetorical questions let me ask you if you’re breathing right now. Yes, to both. Kiffin was stomach-turning in how his antiquated version of the 4-3 was run…or rather…how it was run over. Opposing teams scored at will. Records were set against us. During that period, the lust for Rob Ryan was well justified.