Who Dat?
What more might I really say after the thrilling overtime win the Saints foist upon the Vikings. Well, perhaps Garrett Harley’s 40-yard field goal was a bit thrilling. The Zebras stopping what seemed like every play after the OT began was getting tedious.
I must admit though, a TV shot of where Hartley was and where he would have to kick the ball made me believe that this thing wasn’t going to work. It seemed like he had to boot the thing for miles! I really didn’t want to watch. I didn’t want to but did and I couldn’t even tell it went through because for some reason my reception on the local Fox channel here in Beaumont, Texas, sucks. It probably is the fault of the cable provider, the always helpful Time-Warner.
But the Zebras lifted their hands upward toward the heavens. And the Ain’ts were no longer the Aint’s they had been for the better part of 40-something years. They were the NFC Champions!
Poor Old Man Favre. I really don’t know what to make of that dude. I want to like him but he seems as if he teeters on the edge of macho drama queen. He sure got his a** waxed yesterday. He should have been totally rested after the game considering the number of times that dude got knocked down. But there isn’t too many like him. Many are cold but few are frozen. That is except for Peyton.
Manning just needed the time to figure it all out. That was what that first half was about. And I needed to do my taxes anyway. After I figured out how to get back into the tax program I’ve used for the last four years, it didn’t take long at all and got a decent refund — perhaps in as little as a week — to boot. I was finished by the start of the second half of Colts vs. Jets.
Oh and Sanchez. He had a nice ride as a rookie. Now he has to start playing some NFL-style football. Like I could carry his shoulder pads. Or for any other pro football player for that matter. But everyone can be a Monday-morning quarterback, no matter what time of day it might really be.
Peyton Manning. There is no football player anywhere like him as far as I know. He will be the deciding factor come kickoff for the Super Bowl in a couple of weeks. That is, following an afternoon filled with your standards Super Bowl hype. Yes, I wish Peyton the best but wish Drew Brees the mo’ better.
In the end, I will root for my next door neighbors in Nawlins. They have something to cheer about a long time coming.
