I haven’t written much about football here lately, and someone called me on it not long ago.
Not much of a football fan now that Peyton’s gone?
That couldn’t be farther from the truth. If anything, my football fangirl is in overdrive. I mean, do non-football fans own their horse heads? I think not.
I have, and always will be, a Colts fan first and foremost. Whether we always live in Indianapolis or life takes us to, God help me, a NFC town, the Colts are my team. Andrew Luck is my man, with or without the neck beard. I realize we only have so many seasons left to watch Reggie Wayne make football look effortless, and you can bet I’m going to enjoy every moment he’s out there. And of course, all the other teams are jealous of our punter, Pat McAfee. His Boomstick is totally bigger than yours.
That is closely followed by the Broncos, thanks to Peyton Manning and Jacob Tamme. I have to admit, I get wicked pleashah from growling “Welkaaaahhh” every time Peyton hits him with a pass. Yes, it feels weird cheering for a (former) Patriot, but you get used to it (see one Adam Vinatieri). I also like to think about Tom Brady crying over his departed receiver … that, too, gives me immense pleashah. I think they’re going to the Super Bowl this year, and yes, I will cry tears of joy if they win.
Right behind the Broncos are the Giants and Eli Manning. True, if Eli wasn’t playing for them I wouldn’t care about them much, and even at that they’re painful to watch this year. But still, Eli. I love that kid. After the Giants there are teams for who I don’t necessarily root for, but I enjoy watching because there are players who I think highly of or who are thoroughly entertaining. I love watching Russell Wilson of the Seahawks, because of who he is on and off the field. I like watching the Jets because, of course, Butt Fumble! There is always the very real possibility they will end up as a “Come on, man!” highlight and I don’t want to miss it. I always have a mild interest in whoever was this season’s Hard Knocks darling (the Cincinnati Bengals this year).
This means that pretty much anytime football is on, I’m probably at least somewhat interested in the game. I could write about football more, but I’m pretty sure that would only make 2 of you happy, so I refrain. And Lord knows I don’t need to start any more blogs.
But rest assured, from 18 to 12 to 24-7, I will always be a football fan.