Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight. Carry that weight a long time.
“Wait, you’re not Austin Collie? Christ, I have no idea who is on this fucking team anymore.”
I felt sorry for Peyton last night. I wanted someone to just take him out, give him a game-ending hit that would let him feel ok about throwing in the towel for the night. His line might as well have been a youth soccer team.
“Can you at least PRETEND to be Austin Collie?”
The Colts may be 6-5 but Ashley Manning is still dressing her husband well and that has to count for something.
I may be blonde but I’m not that blonde. The numbers will mark this game down as one in which Peyton threw four interceptions but that won’t tell the whole story. In a two week span of seemingly never-ending turnovers, those thrown by Peyton this week are much more understandable than those racked up in New England.
This one is on Peyton’s shoulders. He didn’t see Burnett break off and he should have.
His second was the cause of a broken tackle and Peyton’s arm being dragged mid-pass. You can clearly tell he didn’t have time to eat the ball or correct his throw. Thank you, offensive linesman.
The third interception should have come back due to Weddle’s pass interference on Reggie Wayne but that was a blown non-call on the ref’s part.
And his fourth came in garbage time when Caldwell should have pulled his starters like he pulled them in Week 16 of the 2009 season. Peyton was still playing to score, albeit to a player on the roster who is the team’s last resort on kick returns. It also presents something I should have been aware of much sooner: if possible, the Chargers radio announcers are even douchier than the team itself. The entire organization is a menace to the NFL.
So there you have it. A certain amount of consolation amidst a tragicomical two week period.
Chargers 36 Colts 14.
