21 January 2010
As I have said in the past, Peyton Manning is The Greatest Quarterback to Ever Inhabit Planet Earth.
In the regular season, that is.
The postseason has been a different story for Mr. Cut That Meat.
Chew on this...
Fourteen quarterbacks in NFL history have started 12 or more playoff games. Of that elite group, only two quarterbacks have posted a .500 or worse record. Their names: Dan Marino (8-10) and Peyton Manning (8-8).
Which brings us to our next item...
Before Manning slayed his demons in the second half of the 2006 AFC Championship Game and went on to beat Rex Grossman and the Bears in Super Bowl XLI, Peyton had usurped Dan Marino as the Face of Playoff Failure.
To illuminate that point, consider Bill Simmon's Manning Face. The face, as defined by Malcolm Gladwell in a 2006 discussion with Simmons, states, "The Manning face is the look of someone who has just faced up to a sobering fact: I am in complete control of this offense. I prepare for games like no other quarterback in the NFL. I am in the best shape of my life. I have done everything I can to succeed -- and I'm losing. Ohmigod. I'm not that good."
Had the Patriots receivers not each eaten an ounce of shrooms at halftime of the '06 title game (see: Reche Caldwell's eyes), Manning would still likely be aboard the same sinking ship as Marino.
Dude, it's only a football! Relax!
Until last weekend, Manning had not won a playoff game since his Super Bowl triumph. He was exited from the playoffs the past two seasons by the same team---the San Diego Chargers.
The same gutless, cowardly, excuse-ridden team the Jets KO'd last week in Southern California.
The point here is not to incite Mr. Manning (not that he reads this publication), but to simply state he is beatable come late January. His regular season statistics may be commensurate to the greats of football and sports history, but he falls short when it really matters.
He's not Gretzky. He's not Jordan. He's not even...oh god, do I have to say it? I guess I do.
He's not even Tom Brady.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go cut off typing finger. (No, really, I use one finger. This is the last post.)
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