As Turkey day grows nearer, the taste of scintillating, savory Thanksgiving turkey kicks starts my salivatory (if that's even a word) glands. But even with hypnotic flavors emanating from the slow-cooked bird wafting through my dreams, there's one fowl above all others I'd rather roast right now. The Falcons. Let's go Saints and hunt us some dirty bird!!
Does anyone even read these things?