Sunday, January 15, 2006

Tragi-Comic

 

  It was deeply saddening to me when my Patriots lost, and it will take more than a year (to whenever the following Super Bowl is held) for me to get over it.

   No need for the crying towel, though. I enjoyed a full hearty laugh while watching football today, and that laugh was entirely on a certain punk of a QB.

   That's right, folks... Peyton Manning choked again.

   For however many years in a row now, the media was handing the Super Bowl to Mr. October before he earned it. He then proceeded block his own windpipe with a triple chumpburger of Failure, in a perfect manifestation of what he must know is his destiny by now. His repeated failures are probably taken as an omen of true winter by Indiana aboriginals.

   While his blood isn't on our hands this January, it is all over that sissy field of his in Naptown. I can already see him in Mexico next weekend, waking from his restless sleep with nightmares of this huge Chin tearing him to pieces.

   If his wife slips up and calls him "Tom" or "Ben" every now and then, can you blame her? Chances are, she knows just enough about football to know that her husband can't seem to get the job done.

   Indy coasted into the playoffs on a schedule so easy that they couldn't take it undefeated and get into the Rose Bowl. They rested everyone, and came into the playoffs with a team that- by its' sheer athleticism- was actually better than healthy... and they still folded  up like a beach chair.

   Lots of people lose. My team lost. I root for the Red Sox, who set records for futility that led to a new form of Darwinism- a form which says that God not only gets involved in major league baseball... but that he chooses sides.

   Next year, he'll be 14-2 again, and everybody at ESPN will be telling you that this is the year he rolls to that Super Bowl he deserves. believe me when I tell you that it simply won't happen.

   Even the old guy working at the gas station had Manning all figured out, and I believe that this same old guy is a Russian immigrant who has been at the gas station since Water Whizz closed in September. "The boy is what you Americans call 'a great beeg poo see' if I might say so, " he said as he cleaned my windshield.

   Indeed. Much like my Red Sox, ol' Mr. Manning has taken losing to that next level. Today we had the close loss, made just that more painful by the fact that Belly Check was already out of the picture. All he had to do was execute... and he went out like a sucker.

   I'd dump that clown somewhere while he still has some value. Even in his own dome, he got thrown on the grass like fertilizer. What a punk!

   His next performance is mid-January, 2007.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

A good student, can find out all he/she needs to  know about sport teams, and sports in general, from what is written and broadcast, so being a "knowledgeable" sports blogger, is an easy facade, for the "good student", as much as you skirted the issue of saying what you really felt in your last blog concerning mr manning and their chances, you seem to be very belligerent towards "peyton and the placers". You are a good student, let experience take it's course. :>)

Anonymous said...

Dear Monponsett,
((((Hugs)))))))
A good entry Monponsett.
I am sorry for your loss.
natalie

Anonymous said...

Peyton Manning was not gracious in defeat.  He should have taken it on the chin and not made excuses.  Period.

Anonymous said...

Here's a tip for the future INDY fans!!!!  Next time you happen across my Beloved Steelers, Don't Be So Rested. Write your congressman, call Tony Dungy, Do whatever it takes to Deflate their Ego (although difficult to do with the sports broadcaster's). Tell them to play like a team that has to earn a trip to the next week in the playoffs.

P.S.
That was Pass Interference in the First Half and an Interception in the Second Half.  

Anonymous said...

Two words:  right on!
(and was Mannin'g lower lip actually trmebling in the post-game press conference?  Sure looked like it.)

Anonymous said...

WHEN YOU PUT PRESSURE ON PEYTON MANNING HE FOLDS LIKE A WET NOODLE