Just thought I'd do the decent thing and pop in here quickly to take my medicine.
Of course, if I ran in here every time I was wrong about forecasting a football game, I'd need oxygen.
But seeing this was the Super Bowl and all, and I completely blew it, well...
Go ahead, take a look. Yeah, pretty bad, eh?
I'm typing on empty right now, so you'll get scant Monday-Morning quarterbacking from me. The game wasn't over till 4 a.m. local, and clearing the joint of Saints' fans took all frickin' day. Those Bourbon Street-ers know how to party, let me tell ya.
So I'll just say this: New Orleans came to Miami to win and Indianapolis not to lose.
Sam Chi, one of the notable notables around this blogging neighborhood and sports editor at Real Clear Sports, typed me that the Colts played like they had a freshman college quarterback after stuffing the Saints at the goal line at the end of the first half.
Right on. Those were pretty much my thoughts exactly.
I was dumbstruck that the Colts and Manning didn't come out throwing
after moving the ball away from their end zone on that first-down play.
They had plenty of time and three timeouts.
Sean Payton, who coached circles around Jim Caldwell all day, probably couldn't believe how cautious the Colts played it, and ended up getting the field goal he turned down only minutes earlier.
Then there was the onside kick to start the second half.
By next season, the Colts should be black and blue from kicking themselves. They have themselves to blame for this loss.
Not sure the better team won, but the braver one sure did. I guess I can live with that.