In case anyone hasn't seen this morning's papers, the Colts are Super Bowl champions. Thus, Peyton Manning has finally won the "big one" (with great help from Dominic Rhodes, Joseph Addai, and of course Rex Grossman, who is currently in an undisclosed location). Truth be told, it was a boring game, with the most exciting parts being (1) Devin Hester's return of the opening kickoff for a TD, and (2) Prince's entertaining halftime show, which thankfully did not include assless chaps. Although I want to be snarky about Peyton's big win, I really can't be. He earned my respect with the 18-point comeback in the AFC title game against my beloved Pats. I now sit and brace myself for the onslaught of Peyton Manning ads for Sony, Lays, Dentyne, Cadillac, DirecTV, Calvin Klein, and Mido ... oh wait, I can't make that joke anymore. Damn.
Before Sunday, there was a pretty good debate as to which athlete held the mantle of "best player never to win a championship/player who sweats profusely when the word "playoffs" is mentioned, even in casual conversation." However, with the Colts victory, there is now no doubt who holds this prestigious title. All hail the new undisputed king of choking:
When contacted, A-Rod's wife said that her husband wasn't available for comment, although it should be noted that a faint whimpering was heard in the background, and at one point an unidentified voice yelled "why won't Derek like me?" It should be a fun 2007 in the Bronx.
When contacted, A-Rod's wife said that her husband wasn't available for comment, although it should be noted that a faint whimpering was heard in the background, and at one point an unidentified voice yelled "why won't Derek like me?" It should be a fun 2007 in the Bronx.
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