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I shall be brief, because I believe that’s how The Quiet Storm would like it.

Marques Colston is, now, officially, the best Saints receiver by every metric. His 571 receptions, 60 touchdowns, and 7,923 yards have him atop every Saints receiving mark.

In an offense that has put up gaudy numbers for almost a decade, you’d imagine the number one receiver for each and every one of those eight seasons would be a loud, egotistical, all-pro. Instead we have Marques.

I feel that the media has turned his aversion to the spotlight into a nifty quirk to define a man that chooses to live his life out of sight, but I think that downplays his life and his career.

Colston has never been the focus of a scandal; he has never been disgruntled because of his workload; he has never had bad body language on the sideline; he has never had a truly memorable press conference.

Sure, this might have cost him a Pro Bowl berth, but I’m not sure he even cares all that much. Or maybe he does. I don’t know because I can’t tell you much about the Saints’ all-time receiving leader.

I hope he knows that Saints fans respect his play and his privacy. I hope that he’s remembered as one of the greatest Saints, with a spot in the Saints Ring of Fame. I hope that, despite never making a Pro Bowl, he has a chance to get into the Pro Football Hall of Fame. But mostly, I hope that he’s enjoyed his time on this team as much as we’ve enjoyed watching him.

Thanks, Marques. You’re the best.