Blue over blue

Tuesday, March 06, 2012

On top of staying home from work sick today, this evening I was served with the disheartening news that my beloved Peyton Manning has officially been released from the Indianapolis Colts. So I'm doing what I do best—taking to my blog and typing out my feelings.



I'd be lying if I said little tears didn't well up in my eyes and that Clay and I had to hug it out for awhile.

To say we're upset is a sore understatement. Clay reminded me that we've been preparing ourselves for the possibility of losing him for months now, but I guess we never really figured it could ever really be true, that we would ever let Peyton walk away. I knew we couldn't mold the Colts around Peyton forever, as evidenced by the horrific 2-14 season we endured this year while he recovered from neck surgery, but still ... Peyton's been the leader of the Colts ever since Clayton got me to fall in love with the team back in 2003. Peyton wearing the number 18 and throwing rockets into the end zone is all I know.

He's a stand-up guy and a class act both on and off the field. His appearance on SNL in 2010 is one of my favorite episodes of all time and further proves that Peyton is more than just an athlete. I am insanely jealous of the team that gets to call him their quarterback.


I bleed blue and will be a Colts fan for life, but I can guarantee that I will always feel twinges of sadness whenever I see Peyton on TV, donning another team's jersey. I almost feel like he broke up with Indiana, and I don't do well with breakups (see: any boyfriend I've ever had). I know Indiana technically dumped Peyton, but the fact remains—he's packing his suitcase and leaving us. When a child watches their daddy walk out the door after her parents get divorced, whose "fault" it was doesn't matter (that was a depressing anecdote, to say the least. Gosh, Courtney. Depressed much?).

Sorry, that was way too emotional considering this post is about football. But I'm sick and PMSing and today has quickly turned into a page from Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Thank goodness I have baseball season to look forward to. Come on, Atlanta Braves, don't let me down.

P.S. I'm sleeping in my Manning jersey tonight. And every night for the rest of the week.

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