It’s really hard to know what to say after watching the Atlanta Falcons blow yet another lead.
It’s a tired cliché at this point, a recurring gag that’s run out of steam. It’s a result so painfully predictable you just wait for the other shoe to drop the moment the first thing goes wrong.
Sunday’s catastrophic loss to the archrival New Orleans Saints shouldn’t really be that much of a surprise at this point. The team’s penchant to let its lead slip like a loose diaper on a scampering baby has been a hallmark of their time Mercedes-Benz Stadium, turning a once-beautiful fixture in downtown Atlanta into both a haunted house and a ghost town.