Watching the game now, it occurs to me that Indianapolis better pray to whatever dark gods they serve that Peyton Manning stays healthy, otherwise they are fucked.
Also, Isaac Bruce is still playing pro ball? Jesus.
Edit: So the Colts got stomped. The score doesn't tell the story of the game. Indianapolis fans should pucker their sphincters in grim anticipation of an injury to Peyton Manning. Sean King did all right at one point (to quote a friend, regarding that specific point: "All the Colts need to do to win is wear down the opposing team until they're playing their 4th-string defense.") but Jim Sorgi flat-out fucking sucks. Even Pey-ton's presence might not be enough to overcome the shitty defense.
Ok, fair point: the defense is banged up from training camp (cue clip of Jeremy Shockey talking, quite fairly, about guys getting banged up during training camp), but guess what, Indy? Injuries happen. And if Pey-ton goes down, your season goes down with him. Don't get me wrong, I'd hate to see Peyton get hurt, but just because he's started 128 straight games doesn't mean he's guaranteed 129. Plan for that, Indy. And in return for that advice, all I ask is that if you do win the Superbowl, you whip the mortal piss out of the Patriots on your way. Thanks.
I was kind of surprised by the level of play the Rams brought, to be honest. A few workhorse backs who would just not go down, some beautiful sideline receptions, and a quarterback who's not afraid to scramble (even if he is scrambling because he's afraid of defensive linemen) overcame probably the worst defensive effort you'll (hopefully) see this season. Though the Rams didn't do much defensively either. Any 3 and outs the Colts had were mostly due to backup offensive ineptitude than stellar (or even average) defensive playing.
And this is why I love/hate the preseason. The games suck, enjoyment comes from mocking the level of play, the games mean absolutely bupkiss except to those kids giving their best in an attempt to catch Dungy's eye, but tonight Fox was a crystal ball, allowing me to view a world without Peyton Manning. The future is grim, Indy fans, but if the Back to the Future trilogy taught me anything (and it taught me a lot), it's that the future isn't written in stone.
Right now, your older brother and sister (i.e. your playoff hopes) are disappearing because your mom and dad haven't kissed yet (i.e. you haven't met a solid 2nd-string QB), but if you pick up your guitar and play the rhythm line for "Earth Angel," (i.e. actually get off your asses and scout/hire a fucking quarterback worth a damn) they'll kiss and fall in love and then you and crazy old Doc Brown can go back to 1985 and get shot by fucking Libyans (i.e. ... well, actually, I don't have a parallel for this one).
Oh, and the Eagles won but I couldn't see the game on TV. 1-1 on official predictions.
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