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