In the book Monsters: The 1985 Chicago Bears and the Wild Heart of Football, Richard Cohen shares the story of the greatest season in Bears history. In my opinion, this is one of the best books ever written honoring an NFL team. The description Cohen gives of the run to the Super Bowl for the Bears’, with back to back shut outs with the NY Giants “swims with the fishes” and LA Rams, “dead to me” painted a picture of Godfather-esque football.
Cohen said he wanted his book to be “about the Bears, but also about the ecstasy of winning and what it means to be a fan. … I would delve into the Bears as another journalist might delve into the Amazon. I would die in the jungle, or return with the answers.”
Recently, Zach Keefer of the Indianapolis Star wrote an article on Peyton Manning. It’s in the same league with Cohen. He should turn it into a book.
Keefer not only captures the sentiment of a city that lost a prodigal son, but the sense of Manning’s tenacity of purpose that drives him.
“If you draft me, I promise you we’ll win a championship. If you don’t, I promise to come back and kick your ass.” Peyton said this to Colts owner Jim Irsay. A promise is a promise.
But it’s Keefer’s reference to the future Hall of Famer “He was winning three straight…reviving a career that sat on its deathbed in late November, storming into his fourth Super Bowl two months shy of his 40th birthday. How many 39-year olds could have pulled off this miracle?”
Peyton will need a miracle, perhaps just one more, to wrap up his career.
Regardless of outcome, Manning accomplished something that Denver should be proud of – and regret the booing they serenaded him with two months ago.
Looking around this city the last couple of weeks, I’d almost forgotten that the Colts are blue and white.
“A Colts town is a Broncos town for a few days. A Peyton Manning town, forever.” -Keefer.
Once a Hoosier, always a Hoosier.