Every offseason Drew Brees plays down the narrative involving how much more time remains in his NFL career. I recall asking a question to Brees about his football mortality following the NFC Divisional playoff loss at Seattle that ended the Saints’ 2013 season.



Brees would turn 35 four days after the loss.



There’s seemingly a level of skepticism accompanying Brees, whether he’s claiming a desire to play until he’s 45 or his current stance of “going year by year.” The wonderment surrounding his skill level will only be amplified as he walks into his 19th NFL season in 2019, where he’ll be closer to 41 than 40 come Week 1.



Can Brees still make every throw? Is he losing the mustard on his deep ball?



Some observers will cherry pick a missed throw here or there and roll with the lazy, predictable narrative that Brees is losing arm strength at a faster rate than Louisiana is losing its eroding wetlands. Other...