So here’s the deal, or at least, the rumor-mill spin cycle we’re all stuck in currently: Aaron Rodgers, yeah, that guy with the wild theories and cannon arm, might just have another twist in his never-ending free agency drama. You’d think after a career like his, the dude would go quietly into retirement. Ah, but no—now there’s chatter he could trade green for gold, or whatever New Orleans Saints fanatics call their colors these days, after Derek Carr went and got his shoulder injured. Ouch.
So, here’s what some guy, Mike Florio, mentioned in some random corner of the sports gossip universe (obviously everyone knows Pro Football Talk would be up to date on this stuff): the Saints may or may not have started dialing Aaron’s number. Get this image — Sean Payton, excoaching wizard (okay, maybe not anymore), somewhere with a voodoo doll representing whatever quarterback woes haunt New Orleans. Truth be told, though, it’s like peeking into a crystal ball at this point.
And let’s be real, Carr’s future with the Saints? Sounds as predictable as a cat deciding whether it wants in or out (hint: neither — or both). Spencer Rattler and Jake Haener, they got all tagged into the QB wrestling match last season because, you know, Carr’s hand was more broken than a dropped smartphone. Oh yeah, there’s Ben DiNucci busily brooding on the sidelines. But do the Saints honestly trust any of these young bucks to command the field come 2025? Your guess is as good as mine, pal.
In terms of the mighty dollar, New Orleans supposedly has around $27 million hanging out uncomfortably in their wallets, potentially ready to court Mr. Rodgers. Picture this: Aaron, freshly minted with a new contract, maybe even asking, “But do they have cheese curds down there?” Important questions, folks.
Now, he’s not coming off his best season ever, not with the Jets logging a head-scratching 5-12 record after he threw nearly 4,000 yards. Which actually, now that I think about it, is more impressive than most numbers look. December kept dining on interception pizza; he served eleven slices.
After all this, you gotta wonder, do the Saints plunge into a QB crisis therapy session with Rodgers? They could look into some other half-baked pastries on the free-agent tray: Ryan Tannehill anyone? Bridgewater might have a few more magic tricks leftover. Oh, would you believe there’s Carson Wentz, who always plays as if he’s straight out of a country song about heartbreak and yard sales.
There’s also a conversation (whispered because it’s borderline sacrilege) about possibly rescuing Kirk Cousins from his own contract – but the guy’s groans are probably still echoing through NFC North meeting rooms. Something something, why would they help a divisional rival? Plus, last I checked, drama and money smell more potent than cajun spices down in The Big Easy. But heck, what do I know? I’m just piecing together these puzzle bits while the glitter and confetti keep falling like this entire saga’s the season finale of some American football-themed telenovela.
