Oh hell, I’m just fucking with you. I hope to see Favre in the Superbowl next year, unlikely though it may be. Cheers Dr. Laden!

Well, good for them, they won fair and square.

Well, it looks like the Saints have not done what I expected them to do during this game. Or, the Colts stopped them.

In retrospect, the hypothesis probably had little chance of confirmation either way. Too many confounding factors and alternative plausibilities.

Which reminds of the oft-cited hierarchy for hypothetical explanations of anomalies:

1. Chance – it was a statistical aberration, no explanation needed (but there’s no fun in discussion these kinds of explanations, so we choose to ignore it)

2. Natural law – it was an unusual combination of perfectly normal circumstances.

3. Incompetence – ie the Viking’s O-line messed up.

4. Malignity – ie the Saints did something nefarious.

And also recalls the statement that one should never suspect malignance when simple incompetence will suffice.

(Though it looks like at the moment the Saints are going to pull it off)

Yes, and you finished with a â??butâ?. I gave reasons that the â??butâ? scenario was unlikely, so I feel my response was appropriate.

Ah, but if you look more closely, I finished with a “but, if”. The “if” acknowledges the unlikelihood of the scenario, but I still thought it was worth discussion, particularly on a non-serious thread like this one.

And of course your response was appropriate. How could it not be? In my book, very few responses, short of foaming-at-the-mouth-expletive-laden-word-salad-lunacy, are inappropriate.

Ah… I see the problem. You were counting the replays too. Those don’t count.

Oh, and Jose, that link is to an article that suports what I’ve been saying. Saints DO batter quarterbacks.

It shows is that it’s not unprecedented . And everybody batters quarterbacks when they get the chance. The Vikings battered quarterbacks more than any other team this season. You probably didn’t notice because you were too busy cheering.

Right now I’m pretending to watch The Who, and I’m getting set to pretend to watch the second half of the football game.