Okay, despite the hype and the whole "they’re both the number one seeds" aspect of this, I did NOT expect the New Orleans Saints to beat the Indianapolis Colts in the Super Bowl yesterday.
With all the heralding of Peyton (yes, a boy’s name) Manning as the Messiah of Quarterbacks and the greatest living football player to ever grace a field, he’s won only one Lombardi trophy (which is what you get, besides an ASSLOAD of money, for winning the Super Bowl). Yet he continues to be praised as the most desirable quarterback in the sport around whom to build a team, and the most cerebral player in history, and yadda, yadda, yadda. So when he took the field yesterday I expected him to dissect the New Orleans Saints’s defense and run the score through the roof.
Instead, the only critical mistake made in the game, and the one which put the score beyond reach for Indianapolis, Peyton Manning made. He’s batting .500 for Super Bowls now. Face a sissy opponent like the 2006 Chicago Bears and he’s phenomenal, oh-my-gosh-isn’t-he-awesome-and-no-one’s-ever-been-better. Play a serious team like the Saints were this year (finally), and suddenly he loses a game they once led by ten points. Interesting.
To any Indy fans who still may read my blog, I’m sorry. I know better than almost anyone you’re going to meet how it feels to have a fantastic season and see it all go away in the closing minutes of the only game that really matters in the end. It’s gut-wrenching and heart-breaking. I’m sorry for your loss.
To New Orleans Saints fans, congratulations on an amazing Cinderella-style season and a convincing and inspiring victory in the Super Bowl. What a great job, you should all be very proud of your team. Awesome.
Other than that, I didn’t do jack-squat this weekend. How ‘bout you?