Hey Kid, You Didn't Win Jack!

After the New Orleans Saint's big Super Bowl victory, the Internet immediately became littered with way too many snapshots of Drew Brees's questionably cute son, Baylen Brees.

Now, I don't want to be a buzzkill.  I think this is great victory for the city of New Orleans.  But I want to clear something up here and now…

Baylen, you are one year old.  You are physically incapable of doing much more than sleeping and turning food mush into excrement mush.

You didn't win jack.  You certainly didn't win a Super Bowl.  The only thing you could have possibly won is the getting born to the right person at the right time lottery.

So wipe that arrogant grin off your face, stop pointing your finger like you're givin' a shot out to all your homies, and come talk to me when you have a job or you want to use daddy's money to pay for my bar tab!

You sure as hell can't throw a football for crap yet.  And why are you sporting #9?  Stop living in your father's shadow and get your own damn number.

Though on a positive note, at least for once a Super Bowl winner will actually enjoy his trip to Disney World.