Watching the game last night (well closely watching only the second half), I couldn't help but notice Brett's disappointed grimace he was wearing the entire second half. No, this isn't some insight I picked up on an episode of "Lie to Me." The Saints were bringing pressure, that sure, would make anyone jumpy. But Brett's play and demeanor was that of a person that really didn't want to be there. Someone that was hoping to hit the jackpot (demonstrated by his penchant to chuck it way down the field instead of trying to hit a check down route), but that knew he had no chance of really winning. Brett was sitting at the roulette table of football, hoping they call his number every time he threw a pass.
He did make some great passes; one notably that I can remember to Greg Camarillo on a corner route. And sure, Brett misses Sidney Rice. But Brett's got to be the leader of the football team, not the prom queen.
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