With a New Orleans Saints win tonight, my long, lazy, and nerve wracking Sunday of NFL football and chips and dip has finally come to an end.
Thank the Lord, my worst case scenario fears of a Colts/Vikings Super Bowl have been avoided. If you've read any of my previous posts on football, you know of my disdain for both the Vikings and Colts, my two most hated teams in football. I won't delve into a drawn out rant about that here. Rather, I'd like to talk a little bit about the two most slobbered over quarterbacks in the NFL. Peyton Manning and Brett Favre.
The first game today featured the New York Jets against the Indianapolis Colts from Lucas Oil Stadium in Indy, or should I say "The House That Peyton Built". Gag me. Peyton Manning seriously sickens me. Every Sunday all we hear from the commentators and the media is how amazing Peyton Manning is. How much of a leader he is. How cool he is under pressure. Reminds me of someone else. As my brother put it: "Peyton Manning is like the Obama of the NFL." So true. Day in and day out we are subjected to the CBS Sports crew of Jim Nantz, Phil Simms, Dan Dierdorf, and a host of others kissing Peyton's butt like their salary depended upon it. Just last Sunday we heard the idiot Dierdorf proclaim that "Peyton Manning is the greatest QB ever to play in this league". Really Dierdorf? Peyton Manning, the man that cannot play in cold weather. Peyton Manning, the man that mandates a set temperature in his home stadium. Peyton Manning, the man that immediately falls to the ground when he thinks he might be hit. Peyton Manning, the man that grimaces and whines like a toddler that just pooped his pants every time he fails to convert a 3rd down. What a joke. I don't care how smart he is with the football. If you can't play football like a man, you don't deserve to be considered an all time great. The man prances around like a prissy schoolgirl for goodness sake. Not to mention the fact you cannot sit through a Sunday afternoon watching the games without seeing his mug plastered all over the TV during commercial breaks. Peyton Manning, the colossal sissy, has been Obamaized by the media and the NFL. And for that, I hate him, his team, and his team's fans, who wouldn't know the first thing about tailgating and wouldn't last 5 minutes at a winter game at Soldier Field. I hate all kinds of figures. Satan. Barack Obama. Osama bin Laden. Oprah. Peyton Manning.
On the other side, we have Brett Favre, a man I used to despise up until today. A lifelong Bears fan, it has been my duty to hate Brett Favre. Not anymore. Brett Favre is similar to Peyton Manning in many ways. He is idolized by the media as well, and can be seen in a number of commercials. But there's something about Favre that separates him from Manning. He's a real man I guess you could say. After watching tonights' Vikings/Saints game, my opinion of Favre slowly evolved from disgust to respect. With each mega hit Favre endured, my reaction went from utter glee in the first quarter to astonishment in the 4th quarter. The man got obliterated time and again. And you know what? He didn't shy away at all. He didn't play pussball like Peyton Manning, seeing a defender approaching and falling to the ground to avoid a hit. The 40 year old Favre, gray stubble and all, played like a real man. Like the NFL stars of old, when the glamour and glitz of today's game was non existent. When Favre took a vicious hit which left him hobbling off the field, and returned later to finish the game I wanted to stand up and clap. Even while playing with a gimpy leg, he still was in the thick of every play. While I cannot even put into words my disgust for the Minnesota Vikings, whom I hate more than the Colts even, I respect Favre for his exhibition of toughness tonight, and not only that, but his classy display of sportsmanship after such a tough loss. Bravo. Suddenly, the Frank Caliendo parodies of John Madden's devout loyalty and love for Brett Favre don't seem so bizarre!
One thing I am dreading from this Saints win? The impending media orgy we are about to endure over Peyton Manning dueling against his father's old team. Mark my words. Looks like I'm gonna be using my earplugs for more than just Obama's State of the Union address...
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