Time for Peyton Manning to come home. For good.

Peyton Manning (Photo: Scott Halleran/Getty Images)

Peyton Manning
(Photo: Scott Halleran/Getty Images)

I love Peyton Manning. Peyton Manning made me a fanatical football fan. One of the most heartbreaking days of my life was the day Peyton Manning left the Indianapolis Colts. And his homecoming as a Bronco was no easier. Peyton Manning is the reason I have football blogs, and Twitter followers, and talk on the radio.

Which is why it hurts me so badly to say this…

But, it’s time for Peyton Manning to retire.

He’s won football games, and playoff games, and a Super Bowl. He’s broken record upon NFL record.

But age and injury and surgery have finally caught up with him. Peyton Manning isn’t the Peyton Manning that I used to know. He may be at times. And his football mind is sharper than ever. But as each season goes on, his laser rocket arm can’t consistently deliver. And there isn’t enough time for his aging body to recover.

Peyton Manning got booed by his own fans in Denver last week. And selfishly, I just can’t stand to see it. I can’t endure a quarterback controversy or listen to screams to bench the future Hall of Famer in favor of someone younger. Not when that quarterback is My Peyton.

He’s got a family now and his health and more money than he can ever spend. And endless opportunities in football. And a fan base back in Indianapolis that aches to welcome him back. And retire his jersey. And build him a statue. And reminisce about the good old days while shedding tears of both joy and sadness…

And end his legendary career right where it began.

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Tell the world I’m coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Tell the world I’m coming…home

Come home, Peyton.

We’re waiting.

XO

That Time I Thought I Was Over Peyton

It happened last Saturday. And I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

I had just written my first unflattering story about Peyton Manning. He had gone off on the Denver scoreboard operator to the media.

Acting like a diva. Who did he think he was? Gisele Bundchen? It’s like I don’t even know him anymore.

You know what? I think I’m over him. Seriously. Two seasons removed from my beloved Colts, I think the third year is a charm. My team has moved on. And I think I finally have too. The Broncos and Colts have both found success, the Broncos with Peyton Manning and the Colts with Andrew Luck. And they seem like they’re on a collision course. Like two ships in the night…destined to meet at some point in the NFL playoffs. And you know what? For the first time, the thought doesn’t sicken me. I’m actually hoping for it.

I know this sounds crazy, and judge me if you want to…but Peyton Manning is the hardest breakup I’ve ever had. Seriously. But like they say, time heals everything. It just takes…time.

What a beautiful day.

I hop in my car and open the sunroof. And instead of turning on sports radio, I plug in my iPhone. As I hit the open highway, my hair blowing in the wind, a familiar tune starts playing through my speakers…

Still far away

From where I belong

But it’s always darkest 
before the dawn

 

So you can doubt

And you can hate

But I know, no matter what it takes

 

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Tell the world I’m coming home…

My mind drifts back to last October. The Sunday Night Football promo. Peyton’s homecoming at Lucas Oil Stadium.

The sun shines brightly through my windshield, rendering me temporarily blind. Just like it did on that day. As I try to adjust, I can feel my eyes getting misty. I get a lump in my throat. And pretty soon, I know.

I guess that’s the beauty of memories. No matter how much has changed, they’re always there to remind you of what hasn’t.

Maybe I’ll get over Peyton another day.

Someday.

I hope.

Until then, I’ll just add another chapter to the story.

XO