I know nothing of Peyton Manning except what I've seen of him on the field and after game interviews. Therefore, you are forewarned. I only know what I think of male behavior from my own horrible experiences in life. Just before the Pats/Colts game, Peyton was asked who he preferred to play in the final playoff for the AFC, he replied very pensively, "You have to be very careful what you wish for. The Pats are a different team in the playoffs than they are in the regular season." How well spoken, how mature, I thought. Peyton is so thoughtful, it's very appealing. HOWEVER, what else do I see in Peyton, a boyish, emotional, petulant pouter, who has been known to complain when he has essentially NO Time in the Pocket, "I CAN'T PLAY BOTH OFFENSE AND DEFENSE!" This is the Peyton I cannot trust, I find hard to respect, the Peyton Manning who fiddles with his thumb on camera to see that it is still there after crunching it into a helmet, probably a helmet of his own teammate from the way things were going in the Pats game. Beyond that, the constant pouting when his Hail Mary passes couldn't get through due to a fantastic Pats secondary, especially thanks to the constant batting down of Asante Samuel (sp?) And finally, what grates me most of all, is his boy/father relationship with wild eyed Tony Dungy who told reporters the reason the Colts came through and won the AFC was that GOD CAME TO THEIR AID in the second half. Oh, wow, that means by inference that Our Heavenly Father doesn't like the Pats, or the Pats are not God fearing football players as are the Colts. I was absolutely stunned that Dungy could not say that they won because they abandoned their long pass strategy because it wasn't working and once our petulant Peyton found his rhythm with the short passes, he proved he could operate more effectively than Tom Terrific in this particular tough one. I have always given God ample credit when he comes to our aide in difficult times, but to claim God is up there watching football games and determining who deserves to win is just more than I could stand. Therefore here I am on my own never before attempt at a "blog." Really, Peyton, stand up and be a man, not a boy, and say, Hey, I've learned from my competition. I no longer hate Tom Brady, but Tom is a 2 minute man, and he can't do in one minute what takes him two. Brady is a super quarterback, but where Peyton is doing commercials, Brady is dating supermodels and actresses, so which is more beneficial to his game? Well, that one is up to your own personal beliefs, as is your own version of religion. But here let me say, Peyton Manning is also a super quarterback, but in my mind he won't be a grown man until he remains more pensive than petulant, more thoughtful than boyishly emotional, and can admit out loud that it was his team's effort, and not God's preference for the Colts, that brought him and them to the SuperBowl. Grow up Peyton Manning so we can give you and your team credit, and let God just enjoy the game from on high, without determining who will win or lose. After all, God has far better things to concern himself with, like war and peace, and on Sunday, he is listening to the prayers of Church goers, so on Sunday games, let's just say, it just depends on God whether he even has a moment to care how it turns out.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for listening. May the best team effort really go for it. Let's not have another heart attack game like the AFC championship was, I was ready to call 911, I am that bad off.
Monday, January 29, 2007
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