Alcon was told that New Orleans was a nice place to visit. Alcon was misinformed. God what an awful place. He takes a leisurely stroll and ends up in the jackpot. Who assails a man with his hands in his pockets? I'll tell you who. A mother f8ckin misnomer. Rename the damn team. Would a Saint twist Adrian Peterson's ankle in a pile up? And would a Saint throw a slushie from a moving vehice? Hell no. Alcon is wrath and the Saints are damned.