Marvin Harrison is hurt and the Bears just ripped off a great run, now that I've returned from pouting. Then the Bears get pulled back to a 1st and 20 because of a stupid holding penalty.
"Bears can't do anything right," grumbles my dad. Urgh. The fact that they're only down five points is both amazing and maddening. It means I'm still hoping against hope.
An amazing catch by Muhsin Muhammed, and now... Rex Grossman throws an interception.
Which is run back by the Colts for a touchdown.
Seriously? That was the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. I mean ever.
Peyton Manning jumps off the bench, stadium jacket flying, huge grin on his face, celebrating. No team in Super Bowl history has ever come back from larger than a ten-point deficit; the Bears are now down by 12. I hate this. I truly hate this.
I don't know what it is...I had a much calmer attitude when the Colts beat the Pats than I do now. Maybe I was in denial or shock or something, but I am seething at this point. I think it's because I know that the last six years (not to mention his college career) of choking notwithstanding, if Peyton wins this game, there are any number of national football commentators who cannot wait to anoint him the greatest quarterback of all time, cannot wait to claim that this single victory after repeated failures erases all the doubts. If Peyton wins this game, nothing else will be taken into consideration--not Rex Grossman's sheer ineptitude on the other side of the ball, not Manning's own overall postseason record. Someone, whether the league or the networks, desperately wants Peyton Manning to be the best quarterback ever, and a win here would give them that much more fodder with which to fabricate that legend.
By the way, in the time it took me to type this, Rex Grossman has thrown another interception. I really don't know which quarterback I despise more right now. It's hard to even root for Rex, despite the fact that he is the lesser of two evils.
Peyton sacked. That's more like it.
Bears, after the next play, pushing and shoving. That's not a good sign.
Colts will punt. Stadium sounds all but silent. "Why the hell not. Grossman sucks, why not just let him run the clock out?" is my dad's comment.
If anybody--I mean anybody--attempts to compare this game on Peyton's part to any of Tom Brady's Super Bowls, I will...well, I'll feel like screaming, at least. But the bitch of it is I know they will, and I probably won't actually scream. You know, out loud.
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Theoretically, the Bears are still in this thing. Six minutes to go, on the 45, down 12 points.
However, four backup defensive linemen are in for the Colts and still Grossman is throwing wild and the Bears' receivers are getting stuffed. Finally, this Bears possession mercifully concludes with the Colts taking over on downs.
I had a dream once that I had to suit up and play in an NFL football game. Not that I was suddenly someone with NFL abilities, but that I, Beth, person off the street, was given some shoulder pads and a jersey and told to play in a real pro football game. It was a terrifying nightmare--I basically just tried to stay physically alive. I'm wondering if that's how Rex Grossman has been feeling tonight.
Phil Simms mentions he just had the "honor" of voting for the game's MVP. Gee, I wonder who he might have cast his vote for.
My dad was just incredulously insisting that Dominic Rhodes or Joseph Addai are by rights the MVP at this point when I suggest that Peyton is almost certainly going to be the one elected. So I bet him ten bucks it would be Peyton. He wouldn't take the bet.
22 seconds left with the Bears on the field and the Colts are dumping the Gatorade over Dungy. Klassy!