At least it's over.
The scoreboard might have read 40-32, but this game wasn't that close.
Drew Brees looked out of sync. The offensive line couldn't prevent Honey Boo Boo from breaking through the line and getting her child's tiara back, and the defense had no answer for Mike Shanahan's ball-control offense.
There weren't too many winners in my view besides the busty brunette who was six tequila shots in and jumping for joy after just about every play.
Coming back from my tangent there, I'll sort out the real winners and losers from this game.
Lance Moore was one of the bright spots on the field for the Saints. He had six catches for 120 yards and a touchdown, and he had some clutch catches, including a tough catch in the end zone for his first touchdown of the year.
Despite not starting, Moore looks like he will be a big part of the Saints offense going forward, especially with Devery Henderson a little shaken up after a big hit.
Hopefully this will be the only time Drew Brees ends up in the loser bracket of this segment.
His stats may say three touchdowns and more than 300 yards passing, but anyone who watched the game saw the Brees of 2010 and not 2009 or 2011.
Brees' passes were off; more than a few times he had terrible throws that had people asking, "What was he looking at?"
It didn't help that his offensive line had more holes in it than a package of Swiss cheese, but a sack is better than a back-handed flip that could go the other way for six.
It's very early, but the Brees who showed up to play doesn't look like a player who's "earning" his $100 million contract. (He forever will be linked to that contract with every bad game—just the nature of his position.)
Had the Saints won this game, Martez Wilson's blocked punt and Courtney Roby's subsequent return for a touchdown would have been seen as a turning point.
After the loss, it's just looked at now as a very rare high point in this game.
Wilson and Roby's impressive special teams work carried over from the preseason. They look in midseason form, and besides a long Redskins return to about midfield, the special teams as a whole did very well.
There's a reason Brees completed below 50 percent of his passes, besides the ones I pointed out before—and it's because he rarely had time to settle into his progressions.
(On his first interception, he actually had plenty of time, but terribly overthrew Lance Moore, go figure.)
There's no point in singling out anyone because they were all bad.
Jermon Bushrod and Zach Strief had trouble with Brian Orakpo and Ryan Kerrigan all day. And if that wasn't bad enough, Brian de la Puente looked like a guy who played out of his mind last year and is coming back to reality a bit.
There also were numerous holding and false start penalties along the line, and that is unacceptable at home.
You might think this is odd, but there is just nothing else positive to report in this game.
Sean Payton's presence was definitely missed, but at least he didn't have to watch it in person, because the vein in his neck might have burst all over Pete Carmichael's play-calling sheet.
Wait, that might've been a good thing; then Carmichael could've scrapped the awful game plan and just winged it.
How do you have playmakers such as a Jimmy Graham and Darren Sproles and not utilize them more and more? Those are the two worst matchup problems for teams in the NFL, period.
It's a good thing Payton stayed home because he would've been puking all over the field like Willie Beamen.
But you know the sad part? No one would have noticed.
This defense still has some getting used to schematically with Spagnuolo's way of doing things, but I didn't know the process was going to be this slow.
Griffin III didn't help with that at all. He did whatever he pleased versus the Saints to the tune of 320 yards passing, two touchdowns and, most importantly, no turnovers.
The Saints had no answer. They also had no answer for a sixth-round rookie (Alfred Morris) who methodically almost went into triple digits in his first NFL game.
Come on, Spags—get that team together and have them playing better before it gets too late.