I’m can’t do it. I’m not going to do it. While you all will be in front of your TVs watching “The Good Guys” (idiot Broncos fan terminology for their favorite football team) play the Carolina Panthers, I’m going to be cutting down trees on my property and possibly doing some work in my garage.
I said I’d never watch a Broncos game again until the alternate reality of Peyton Manning goes away. You know, stuff like:
– Papa John’s pizza is anything better than mediocre
– An insurance company is on “your side.” Sure, ask anyone filing a claim.
The alternate reality hasn’t gone away, so I have. A dude throws his wife under the bus and I’m supposed to think he’s great? Dude hires goons to not go to the accuser’s home but to the home of his parents for intimidation purposes? Dude hires Ari Fleischer for P.R. assistance when he’s accused of HGH use? Dude’s kid appears out of nowhere after the AFC Championship Game; just like Steph Curry’s fun and playful daughter? Everything is an act. It’s for publicity. He’s scripted, alternate reality, and it makes me sick that people swallow this act.
BSP already knew he wasn’t this great sportsman you all want to pretend he is. That guy run up scores on a lot of bad teams to pad his stats.
One thing about Peyton Manning that isn’t fake. We know HGH really does work.