The perception many have of Jim Irsay is that he's a goofball born with a silver football in his mouth.
You know what I'm talking about. Always on Twitter with his song lyrics, like this: "Got drunk last night...drunk the night before...ain't gettin drunk no mo...Champaign Charlies my name!!! 4 the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show 2night..."
Just don't see John Mara doing that.
There is a superficial silliness, an almost insane in the membrane feel. Like he spends one hour a day standing on his head wearing Scooby-Doo pajamas and reading Chaucer. Yeah, lightweight. That's what some people think.
The actual goofball, the actual fool, is the person who underestimates Irsay. The man who has total control of the Peyton Manning should-he-stay-or-go fiasco isn't Manning, it's Irsay. He isn't a dork. He isn't a fool. He isn't crazy. He's in total control and beating Manning at his own PR game.
This isn't a fight about facts any longer. This is a fight for hearts and minds of Colts fans, but even bigger than that is a more substantial fight. It's a battle over legacies.