Sunday, September 14, 2014. The offensive players are gathered in a huddle in the Saints locker room. The mood is decidedly sober after a second straight last-second loss. Drew Brees tries to rally the troops.
Brees: It’s okay, guys. We were close in both games. We’ll get over the hump soon.
None of the players look up.
Brees: Next week we’re in the dome, we’ve got the Vikings, and I’m sure they’ll do something stupid like activate Peterson and deactivate him the next day. Things will be fine. As long as Mark keeps running the way he has been, we’ll be fine. You’ve been killing it, man.
Ingram: Thanks, Drew.
Brees: We’ll be fine. Right guys?
Pierre Thomas shrugs.
Brees: I mean, come on guys. We’re not going to go 0-16.
Jimmy Graham looks up suddenly, then just nods.
Graham: You’re right, Drew. It’ll be fine. Thanks for picking us up. GO SAINTS!
All: GO SAINTS!
Mark Ingram starts to walk away, but Jimmy grabs him.
Graham: Hold up, Mark. You haven’t touched your Gatorade. I’m sure you’re tired from carrying the team on your back.
Ingram: Haha, thanks man.
Ingram grabs the Gatorade and sips, then suddenly drops the cup.
Ingram: What’s going on? I feel…
He passes out on the floor. Continue reading