You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Peyton Manning out in Indy. Say it ain’t so Joe.
14 years and a handful of NFL MVP’s and the greatest quarterback in Indianapolis history is out.
It’s like owning a dog for 14 years and as soon as he wets the floor, you call the pound and say get this mutt outta here.
Like you’re old dog, Manning has a thinning hair line and a forehead like Young Frankenstein, but the boy can throw. Always could, probably still can.
Peyton Manning under center is the closest thing to Vince Lombardi coaching at the the line and calling a play. Watching him Bark pre-snap audibles is like watching Albert Einstein explain the theory of relativity.
He is a symphony conductor wearing a protective cup.
But after a trio of neck surgeries and a lost 2011 season, the Colts decided there were too many question marks. See ya Old Yeller. Hello Andrew Luck.
The organization has questions about his durability, his neck, and his arm strength. At 36 years of age, Manning is due a 28 million dollar signing bonus. The Colts don’t want to see their prized employee wearing a big plastic funnel around his head for another season so they called the dog catcher.
If I was the Colts GM I think I’d cut Peyton too.
Gotta rebuild I say. God keeps making more puppies, right?
But this puppy was special. He tinkled on the carpet only a few times. Then he taught himself how to open the refrigerator and make himself a ham sandwich. Smart Dog!
He was a hall of fame puppy.
It seems harsh to kick the DirectTv spokesman, and the gatorade king to the curb like this, but it is the NFL way.
It is a business. New dog grows old? Get a new dog.
After four superbowl championships, San Francisco lifted its leg and soiled its legend too. And so the story goes.
Joe Montana – legend in S.F. OUT.
Joe Willy Namath – Legend in NY. OUT.
Johnny Unitas – Legend in Baltimore. OUT
And now Peyton Manning – legend in Indy. Out.
So I turn on ESPN and naturally it is blowing up.
BREAKING NEWS: Peyton Manning leaving Indianapolis.
Broadcasters call it “Parting ways.” and “ turning a chapter.”
That’s broacast speak for HOLY CRAP.
So here is where Peyton stands.
He wants to play ball and there’s no reason to think he cannot.
He certainly knows how to win. 141 wins; 4th all time.
That’s 1846 wins in dog years!
No matter where he goes, Peyton Manning will always be a Colt. Joe Montana went to Kansas City but he will always be a 49er. Joe Namath went to L.A. but he will always be a Jet.
Who needs a Quarterback?
Everyone. Afterall; a quarterback is a GM’s best friend.
Washington and Miami would inhale this guy like a crack whore hitting the pipe.
Peyton Manning a Redskin? A Dolphin?
Strange as Joe Montana a Chief.
The legend is gone. Long live the legend.
The NFL; it’s a dog’s life ya’ll.
And that is crazy.