So… The Broncos won Super Bowl 50, proving once again that old age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill. Not gonna lie, I would have preferred a blow out so I could have gone to bed at half-time, but in the end it was worth staying up late to see Grandpa Manning win the trophy. Is it the end of his career? Will he come back next year? We’ll get to that in a minute; first, I want to talk about big fat loser Cam Newton.
I will admit I have not seen or read all the information available about his post-game interview. I’m sure I am not the only one on earth who lost a little interest in the game of football after the joy of seeing Tom Brady tossed around like a rag doll by Denver’s defense. And if I need to prove this, I can call on the many people who, when asked, ‘’who do you want to win the Super Bowl?’’ responded, ‘’I don’t care as long as it’s not the Patriots.’’
Anyway, back to Cam. It appears from the headlines that people are displeased with the way he handled himself in the post-game interview. So I decided to take a quick look at it. I’m sure I am wrong and all the sports writers are right, but what I saw was a young man about to burst into tears after losing the biggest game of his life. No disrespect to Jamie Foxx’s grandma, but it’s not easy to ‘’act like you’ve been somewhere’’ when you’ve never been so close to being somewhere so grand and something so big, only to have it snatched away. Then you are asked to stand in front of a billion cameras and talk about your feelings, when all you want to do is bury your head under your Gatorade towel and cry like Dennis Duffy after breaking up with Liz Lemon.
It is hard to be an adult. I sure as hell can’t do it. And if you need proof of how few people can, just take a look at Facebook and the nonsense that goes on between (allegedly) grown-ass adults. Hell, the people in my neighborhood can’t even drive like adults. But that’s a different story.
My point is this: there are times in life when it is simply too hard for a man to be an adult. This is why men cry at funerals. And Hallmark commercials. But if you cry when you lose the Super Bowl, you’re just a big pussy. See where I’m going with this?
Now let’s talking about Super Bowl winner Peyton Manning! My favorite part: when shown on the sidelines after some seriously bad offense, was he yelling and cursing like a lesser quarterback might be (read: Tom Brady)? No. Every shot of Peyton Manning showed the same relaxed yet pensive expression, regardless of the status of Broncos play–the look of a man in charge, planning his next move and certain of victory, or perhaps just trying to decide what toppings to have on his post-game Papa John’s pizza.
This is the look of a true champion. Confident in the knowledge that you are in control of the game, despite the fact that you just fumbled the ball instead of passing it. Or maybe it is the face of someone who forgot his Metamucil and is constipated; pensive and bound up are kinda similar expressions. Maybe it’s the face of a man who knows this is his last game ever. You know, depending on what his wife tells him to decide. Maybe the face of a man who flew overseas and had rhino DNA injected into his neck and is now half rhinoceros and half robot. Who knows and who the hell cares? He’s Peyton Manning, and it’s good to have a(nother) ring.