I'm not gonna lie to you guys. That was unpleasant.
I don't have to bore you with details, because you all saw it. The Falcons were cleanly outplayed by the Saints tonight, and Jeff Triplette's usual brand of god-awful officiating wouldn't have changed that.
Sometimes you just have to accept that as awful and embarrassing as an experience is, it's not the end of the world. These Falcons are still playoff bound. This loss does not automatically mean they're doomed to failure in the first round, by any means. You'd be hard-pressed to find a more motivated team than the Saints, who were gunning for the NFC South and an NFL record for Drew Brees. Not to mention that they're a damn good football team to begin with.
So the Falcons got shown up on national television and must make the necessary adjustments on both sides of the ball for next week, let alone the playoffs. Anything less than that means the Falcons season will end just about as unpleasantly as this game did, and there's no one on this blog that wants that to happen.
Time to look ahead. There's a road worth walking in the future, and behind us there's nothing but knee-high piles of poop. Let's get ready for the Buccaneers like the Falcons must be as I write this.
Onward and upward, friends.