BY DAN SCOTTI
I can’t help it. I’m sorry. I mean, I was sitting in my office, flipping through the paper; it’s The New York Times. I made my way from the Arts to the Business section, carefully (yet crudely) ripping out the crossword puzzle on my way over to the few pages of the National Edition, reserved for sports columns.
For once, Will Shortz’s unfilled block of white and black squares was only the second most confusing “box” in the paper. That spot was, yesterday, reserved for the “box score” of Super Bowl XLVIII.
C’mon, people. It’s the bleeping Super Bowl. It’s Peyton bleeping Manning. It’s his last shot at solidifying that “legacy” of his, whatever the bleep that even means. Legacy, huh?
If one more ring is all that stands between Peyton Manning and football immortality, the “football gods” (theoretically) would have that piece of ice on a small, plush pillow, awaiting Manning’s ring finger… right? I guess, wrong.
I guess our “football gods” had other plans. Manning, a 16-year pro, was outplayed by a sophomore in the league, and his team lost by five touchdowns. So what happened?
I wish there was some elaborate, concrete answer for the nationally televised massacre that was the “big game.” But there’s not. It’s simple: Manning has aged. Times have changed.
Jeez, look at me, talking about “football gods.” I’m starting to sound like Tim Tebow, or something. Wait… uh oh.
Well, well, well. Timothy Tebow. Haven’t heard that name in a while (I must admit, I haven’t really been watching the SEC Network as religiously as I should — no pun intended).
Still, I gotta say, after watching Denver get completely outplayed in the quarterback position Sunday night, it’s hard not to play the “what if” game with regard to our favorite football virgin. So, I wonder, is it possible the Broncos could have pulled off a “miracle” win with Tebow at the helms? Probably not. But it’s worth investigating.