Extreme Makeover: Sean Payton Edition

New Orleans Saints' head coach Sean Payton had never impressed me all that much.

Long praised as the wunderkind on Bill Parcells' staff in Dallas, it always seemed to me that he was given too much credit for his affiliation under the Parcells' coaching umbrella. And while I respect Parcells' football acumen, quite frankly I think he's a big dick and that assessment also transferred to Payton in my mind.

In the 2006-07 NFC Championship Game, Payton was outcoached by a man who probably has trouble balancing his checkbook (Lovie Smith) and that obviously did little to change my mind. My perception didn't change the following season either when the Saints finished dead last in the NFC South while playing a tough, first-place schedule.

Winning a Super Bowl last month doesn't really astound me either - - Barry Switzer and Tom Coughlin welcome you proudly to the club.

But my feelings on Payton have begun to shift. His task in New Orleans was more than winning ballgames; it was changing the culture of losing that's been the status quo there for the last 43 seasons. It's his role in the Saints becoming an integral part of the community after Hurricaine Katrina devastated the area and everyone thought owner Tom Benson was headed with the Mayflower moving trucks to San Antonio or Los Angeles.

And now this piece of news from the NFL Scouting Combine in Indianapolis (from Peter King's MMQB column):
On Friday night, the Saints' staff at the combine gathered in a private room at St. Elmo Steakhouse, an 108-year-old Indy landmark, for a final celebratory nod to the Super Bowl win over the Colts...At the restaurant, word passed that Dallas owner Jerry Jones would have his Dallas group in this exact room Saturday night for a team dinner. Jones had even phoned ahead, according to a waiter, to make sure a magnum of a wine he loved, Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, was ready to be served at dinner.
It turns out the restaurant only had one bottle remaining and Payton was uncompromising in his demands that the wine be served to the Saints' staff.

But drinking Jones' wine wasn't enough. Payton gave the waiter some instructions, took out his pen ... and, well, the Cowboys party found at the middle of their table the next evening an empty magnum of Caymus Special Selection cabernet sauvignon, with these words hand-written on the fancy label:

WHO DAT!
World Champions XLIV
Sean Payton
Don't confuse this with the expected bravado right after winning the Super Bowl, this was Payton a month removed from the big game basking in the spoils of being World Champions and taking the opportunity to rub Jerry Jones' plastic face in the Cowboys' playoff shortcomings.

I do believe he just vaulted to the top of my favorite NFL coaches not named Mike Tomlin.

Thanks for coming and suckling Daddy's Sugar Ball...

 

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