Strong Brees

Drew Brees doesn't get cold feet. He doesn't get happy feet. But he has thrown for 16,428 feet this year (5476 yards), claiming the NFL record for yards through the air from a fish, Dan Marino.

The Purdue alumni has overcome long odds. In his case though, his odds have been often shorter than most. His 6 foot-even stature scared away numerous bidders, and a horrific shoulder injury could have shorten (pun inevitably intended, I apologize) his now illustrious NFL career.

So why, after silencing his critics, appeasing the people at Disney World, and muffing the deafening noise for his son after the biggest day in New Orleans history since the French sold off the territory in 1803, is Brees apparently afraid of the outdoors?

A balmy 24-degree day in Green Bay, Wisconsin isn't presumably the best football weather, but apparently the soft air in Lucus Oil Stadium, home of the dicrepid Indianapolis Colts, isn't either. Playing outside, for a bunch of grown men who earn their living that way week in and week out, especially for a team as good as the Saints, won't be the issue.

They may even hope to get the chance to go to the Frozen Tundra, the sweaters their grandmas knitted for them for Christmas are getting dusty.

The only team in the NFL that has done a good job of cooping up Brees is New Orleans themselves. Their stout offensive line has only given up 24 total sacks this season. They have surrounded #9, keeping him in the pocket safe and secure like a boys favorite toy.

What should scare the Saints is the vaunted Giants pass rush, not what kind of goose feathers their down coats will be filled with if they end up going to the Green Bay. A strong Brees is good in a wind tunnel, but won't be stopped if you let it out on the open plains of northern Wisconsin either.