the colts are in the m*****f****** super bowl!
you simply don’t understand if you think this is a stupid topic. imagine you’re a young lad whose hometown finally hits the big time when a crappy football team picks up from a crappy town under the cover of night to move operations in some clandestine manner to your crappy town. then imagine that you pledge your allegiance to them for all those years of underperforming and downright ball sucking, and finally they start to give you shreds of hope fifteen years later or so. then they kind suck some more, then give more hope, then more, and more, but never enough to clear the hump. and you move, a couple times even, and no matter where you end up, you’re always rooting for your boys. and finally, finally, your boys get some breaks, play good even at points, and then make it to THE game. you get excited. and I mean really, really fucking excited.
still can’t fathom it? okay, let me try some analogies before I go. it’s like how you felt when michael jackson was outed as a pedophilic predator, and you said “no, he’s really nice, just misunderstood”. then it kept going and going, and eventually we all know he’s going to jail. that’s his super bowl (though he may argue it’s 9 yr old bradley and some jesus juice). or maybe, you like windows and think it’s the best operating system ever (idiot), and that when vista comes out, people are going to totally cream themselves because it’s going to be so freaking cool. and then it came out and it was like a turd wrapped in gold foil. okay, bad analogy. ummm…may you like to knit and the TSA said no knitting needles on airplanes, and then they let you have them, then they didn’t in kansas city because that one girl was just such a power wielding bitch, and then they did again. and then you finished an afghan on a 5 hour flight from JFK to SFO. that would probably be pretty cool if you were into that sort of thing.
point is, when the game comes on this sunday, don’t fucking call me, don’t email me, don’t do shit — just let me watch the culmination of 23 years of dreaming.
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