HE’S GONE, GET OVER IT! Especially, every network or site with a forum. The emotional piano that “First Take” laid in behind Peyton Manning’s retirement speech was over the top.
Curtain drops quickly, fade to black.
I remember it all too well. Ron Jaworski pounding his notebook throughout the 2003 season while proclaiming that he had a copy of the blueprint notebook for winning the Super Bowl and… it was the Chiefs playbook.
What happened next cemented my loathsome loathing for none other than Peyton Manning who took out our 13-3 Kansas City Chiefs, 38-31, in the AFC Divisional round.
Now it’s Monday, March 7 and I can’t turn on the television or go to a sporting web site without being made to feel like Peyton Manning’s face should be the next one added to Mount Rushmore. Maybe they will go so far as to give him his own religion, that seemed to work for Buddha and Jesus… or perhaps they’ll put him on par with Gandhi.
It sickens me. And believe me when I say this as I write from my hospital bed with Acute Viral Pneumonitis. I don’t reveal this to garner any sympathy… unless it is to pity that I am stuck watching more Manning college reruns, more Manning interviews, more Manning speeches, and more Manning commercials ad-nauseating-nuatium. Believe me this is when more is less.
Yes, I’m a Midwest family man, who help raise rare and loving daughter, having lived in Kansas City for 20+ years, but if I hear one more comment about Peyton Manning being a family guy first… and football guy next… I’m going to puke. No really. I better call the nurse.
Whew… sorry about that, sometimes it’s good to clear your mind, and your stomach.