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GET OVER IT ALREADY. Nothing is more irritating than sports fans who grovel in long-ago injustices, such as the Colts midnighting it to Indy or who revel in ancient glories, such as 35-year-old Yankees fans screaming "26 World Championships" when they weren't even egg cells when those rings were won.
Indy viscerally felt Dwight Freeney's absence yesterday. I don't think Rivers was touched all afternoon. And all defensive players, including Bob Sanders, took really bad angles on Darren Sproles' TD.
As disappointed as I was in the Colts loss, it made me feel a little better to witness Tony Romo's unraveling. I am so sick of the talk about his happy-go-lucky demeanor, his aw-shucks grin, whatever. Even worse is the rush to coronate him King of the NFL. Dude hasn't won a playoff game and plays for a jowly coach who also hasn't won a playoff game--can we hold off on the superlatives for a bit? And not that it matters on the field, of course, but in post-game press conferences he dresses like an extra from Miami Vice (TV show, not movie). Lose the linen blazers and gold chains, please.
