This definition by the Merriam-Webster is something that is well known to sports fans everywhere: icons are untouchable, white doves flying in a blue sky, unsullied by the mud. Or so we would like to believe.
Writing about an icon, especially one that is about to retire is akin to giving a eulogy for a dear departed: who says anything even remotely bad about someone who’s not here anymore to defend themselves? Only a jerk of epic proportions, that is for sure. Today, that might be me.
Luckily for me, Drew Brees is alive and well, and although he certainly won’t read this piece or even feel the need to defend himself, I am fairly certain that many will do so in the comment section, and I welcome the interaction, and the discussion.