Gayle Benson is the Problem – And Until We Hold Her Accountable, NOTHING Changes

It’s time to be brutally honest about the rot at the top of this franchise. The Saints aren’t going anywhere until Gayle Benson is held accountable. Why? Because she’s clueless. She doesn’t have a shred of business acumen or football knowledge, and she sure as hell doesn’t know how to run a winning organization.

She’s not a visionary. She’s not a leader. She’s not a savvy owner pulling strings to make this team better. She’s a socialite who inherited everything and plays pretend at being an NFL owner. Her only concern is preserving her image as the gracious, benevolent widow of Tom Benson. She shows up at charity galas, gives hollow interviews about “culture” and “continuity,” and pats herself on the back for keeping things the same. You know why she’s loyal to Mickey Loomis? Because she has no clue how to evaluate his performance. Loomis tells her everything’s fine, she nods, smiles, and moves on.

She doesn’t care about winning. She cares about looking good.

What has Gayle Benson done besides coast on her husband’s accomplishments? Absolutely nothing. Every decision she makes is about protecting her brand, not building a successful football team. Firing Loomis or cleaning house would take guts, vision, and understanding the state of the team. That’s beyond her. Keeping Loomis around lets her avoid hard questions and keeps her “stable leadership” narrative intact.

But guess what? Stability doesn’t win championships when it’s built on incompetence.

The Saints are stuck in the mud because Gayle Benson is more concerned with keeping up appearances than making bold moves. It’s easier for her to smile for the cameras, stick with her inner circle of yes-men, and pretend this is still a top-tier organization. Meanwhile, the fanbase suffers through one wasted season after another while she counts the cash from sold-out games and overpriced merch.

We’ve reached the breaking point. Dennis Allen wasn't the root problem. Neither was Pete Carmichael. They’re just puppets in a theater of mediocrity directed by a front office that’s lost its way—and Gayle Benson is letting it happen.

Nothing will change until this fanbase wakes up and makes her feel it. Stop showing up. Stop supporting a team that isn’t serious about success. Make her image—the thing she treasures most—take a hit. Because until Gayle Benson is forced to feel the consequences of her inaction, she’ll keep pretending that Mickey Loomis is a football genius and that continuity is the same as greatness.

Wake up. Hold her accountable. Or get ready for more of the same.