So, wait, the Colts are last in the NFL against the run, right?
The Patriots’ second-half game plan against the Colts, in which they refused to exploit Indy’s Achilles’ heel, was about as confusing as Bill Cowher realizing in the eighth game of the season that maybe margarine-fingers Santonio Holmes wasn’t the right guy to return balls. Sometimes, something is as obvious as the contrast between black and white. Getting cute with it does you no good.
So, the Colts win, backed by a most impressive evening from Peyton Manning, as well as an offensive approach from Josh McDaniel that probably had Tony Dungy asking why in the world the Patriots weren’t running the ball more at his maligned defense. I mean, Tom Brady had a great completion percentage. To guys wearing white. And as much as we can make excuses that, yeah, some of those four interceptions were tipped, the first two were bad decisions. Plain and simple.
And as Brady is tossing interceptions left and right, the Colts defense, which had already proven it couldn’t stop the run in the first half, had nothing running at them as the Pats aired it out. Stop me if you understand just what in the world kind of approach that was.
But I do love Patriot fans’ knee-jerk reaction to the loss. “Well, Tom Brady is 10-0 in domes.”
New conspiracy theory: The Pats blew the game to give them a better shot at beating the Colts indoors at the RCA Dome in the playoffs in January. After all, what’s a regular season win against your hated rivals when you can demean them at home and deny them a shot at the Super Bowl?
More tidbits after a frustrating night of football:
The “Our Country” repetition has reached the ridiculous and unnecessary heights of “that catch that Coco made”. And look, we can argue forever about Chevy’s use of 9/11 and Katrina images in order to sell trucks, but there’s a bigger problem when the general public is more incensed from having to hear that song rather than questioning the content itself. Mellencamp could have used a picture of a dead cat wrapped in cowskin and I would care less as long as I don’t have to hear him wail on about what a great land we have.
Update: Reader Kelly O’Connor writes in to point out that the 1972 champagne thing is apparently an urban legend.