My son Russell had just been born when I saw the TV show showing that fat, slimey, jrunken bastage Irsey moving the Colts out of Baltimore. I like Manning, Dungy and Freeney....But I HATE the Colts.
There's a bunch of kids in Tennessee growing up with the name Peyton now. He's worshiped there. I didn't get the hatred for the Colts until I moved here and had a rude awakening one night after getting on a train at Penn Station. My eye caught a knockout blonde walking down the isle toward me. As she got closer I saw the words on her well-stuffed t-shirt..... "F**K PEYTON MANNING." -S