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Losers   4 comments

Let me get one thing out of the way before I start: I also hate Ben Roethlisberger.

In fact, my rational brain hates him even more than it hates Peyton Manning.  It’s one thing to be an over-rated goon, it’s another to be, in all likely-hood, a multiple rapist.  I am fully aware that Roethlisberger’s offences are far greater than Manning’s.

But the irrational part of me still hates Peyton Manning more.

The wake of this year’s Super Bowl gives me a perfect opportunity to explain why.

First, let’s think back to last year’s Super Bowl, featuring Manning’s Colts and the New Orleans Saints.  In the fourth quarter, the Colts were down seven points with the ball.  Manning had a chance to once and for all prove that he could handle pressure.  He had an opportunity to join the likes of Joe Montana, John Elway, and Tom Brady (and even Roethlisberger) as QBs who led their teams on legendary drives when it mattered the most.

This is what happened (note the commentator’s attempt to blame the receiver instead of Manning – proof that the press just love Manning – unless the ball bounces off a receiver’s hands, it’s the QB’s fault, period):

Fast forward to this year’s game.  Roethlisberger, like Manning a year before, killed his team with a bad throw:

But as similar as the outcome was, there is a stark contrast in the two QBs.  To see what I’m talking about, let’s take a look at their respective post-game interviews.  We’ll start with Roethlisberger’s post-game interview (which is not yet available on YouTube, so you’ll have to follow the link).

Note the way he takes responsibility for his role in the loss.  He mentions all of the players on his team whom he felt played well, and then says, “Me, personally, I felt like I let a lot of people down.”  He then goes on to say, “I turned the ball over, and you can’t do that.”  So, sure, he refuses to take responsibility for sexually assaulting young women.  But when it comes to football, he’s more than willing to step up and admit his faults.

Now let’s move on to Manning, and his post-game comments:

Notice his careful avoidance of ever actually taking responsibility for the interception that he threw.  When a reporter asks him about it directly, he quickly diverts attention to the previous drive.  At no time did he stand up and say, “I’m the multi-million dollar golden boy who is supposed to carry his team when the games are tough, and I let the team down.”

Instead, he starts talking about a screen pass that didn’t get as many yards as he thought it should.  That screen pass wasn’t what caused you to lose, you over-rated choke artist, it was that interception that you threw that the Saints returned for a touchdown.  Surely, in all that alleged time you spend in film study, you understand the difference between the two.  In case you don’t, here’s some more film to study:

Let’s watch that one more time, just because it’s just so much dang fun:

So, sure, Manning spends his off-season making crappy commercials while Roethlisberger spends his assaulting young women.  And, of course, the latter is so much worse that the two activities don’t really even warrant comparison.  But as a teammate, Roethlisberger’s post-game comments are a model of what a franchise QB should say.

Manning’s comments are the words of a spoiled baby who can’t admit that he blew it.  Given how many times he’s blown it, you’d think he’d have it down by now.


Posted February 7, 2011 by David Messmer in Uncategorized

Peyton Manning Sucks!   3 comments

I hate Peyton Manning.  I hate the way he looks:

I hate the way he plays football.  I hate the way shuffles his feet in the pocket like a rooster walking on a bed of nails.  I hate that he runs like a giraffe that’s been afflicted with the gout.  I hate the way he wears his shoulder pads.  I hate his number.  I hate that he looks as though he ran into a brick wall and his face just stayed that way.  I hate the faces he makes when he’s trying to look intense:

I hate the faces he makes when he’s just choked – again:

I hate his face:

I hate Tennessee for no other reason than that he went there.  I hate the Colts for no other reason than that he plays for them.

I hate any success that he has.  I hate that he’ll probably end up with most of the major NFL passing records.  I hate that those records will lead people to think that he’s better than he is.  I hate that he won a Super Bowl the Chicago Bears handed him a Super Bowl.  I hate that winning a Super Bowl not losing to Rex Grossman in the Super Bowl seems to have erased all of the times he’s choked in big games.  I love when he chokes in big games.

I hate the Houston Texans, Jacksonville Jaguars, and Tennessee Titans for not figuring out how to win the division and keep him out of the playoffs.  I hate the way the officials call roughing the passer if a defensive player so much as breathes on him.  I hate that the NFL changed the rules to make it easier for him to pass against aggressive defenses.

I hate the way the press fawns all over him.  I hate that whenever the Colts lose, the press claims it’s not his fault.  I hate that whenever he loses he whines and blames his teammates.  I hate that the press still calls him classy.  I hate that no one ever mentions the sexual harassment charges that a Tennessee trainer made against him, and that seem warranted.

I hate his commercials.  I hate that he’s in so many commercials.  I hate that all of his commercials are stupid.  I hate that so many other people like his commercials.  I hate Mastercard because of this:

I hate Justin Timberlake because of this:

I hate Surrealism because of this:

I hate bubble wrap because of this:

I hate every product that Peyton Manning has ever endorsed.

I hate his performance on SNL.  I hate SNL for having him.  I hate all the people who thought his SNL performance was great.

I hate that he was raised by a former NFL quarterback, with a silver spoon in his mouth, and yet everyone talks about him as though he’s some blue collar everyman.  I hate that everyone talks about what a great teammate he is even though none of his teammates really seem to like him.

I hate his brother.

I hate his father.

I don’t know anything about his mother, but I hate her for raising him the way she has.

I hate that Peyton Manning is the devil:

Yes.  Indeed.  I hate Peyton Manning.

Posted January 28, 2011 by David Messmer in Uncategorized