31. Tom Benson, Saints
Last year, with the arrival of marvelous rookie coach Sean Payton, Benson was luckier than a guy who stumbles out of Pat O'Brien's, hops aboard a Mardi Gras float full of buxom coeds and gets dropped off at Harrah's, where he slips on a slot-machine handle and hits the jackpot.
I believe Benson would have gladly moved the Saints to San Antonio or L.A. both before and after Hurricane Katrina, which makes it even harder for me to stomach all the healing-the-city propaganda that he and members of his family spewed during last year's stunning run to the NFC Championship game. Still, I'll make Benson a deal: I'll stop ripping him if he gives Payton a huge contract extension immediately and promises to stop doing that insufferable dance.