For Colts Fans Everywhere,
Somewhere Gary Tradeu was going crazy last night. Gary Hogeboom too. Shoot, Jeff George probably even found room to smile for a city that loathed him more than the Detroit Pistons.
This Super Bowl is going to be for Duane Bickett, for Eric Dickerson and Marshall Faulk. Bad boys and bad hands mates: Andre Rison and Sean Dawkins, you can cheer too. Even Steve Entman - perhaps the worst draft pick in Indianapolis Colts' history - can raise a foam finger in blue. Cornelius Bennet, Bill Brooks, Ron Stark (Zionsville Pride!), Hunter Smith (punters just love Z-ville don't they!), Adrien Bentley, Joseph Adai, Clarence Verdin: enjoy the still echoing sounds coming from the Hoosier Dome ... yeah, you read that correctly. The Hoosier Dome, the way it should be.
For all the years of the Dolts, for all the years of sellout crowds combined with "we're selling lots of real estate and surrendering lots of touchdown" defenses, for all the years of placing all our hopes on ANOTHER #1 draft choice, go get another one Peyton Manning. For average Joe's in the nose-bleeds and Lilly execs in the luxury suites, go get the ring, Marvin. For beer-drinking, Colts-Sundays-are-my-vacation guys, make their winter worthwhile, Dwight Freeney. For the city that has poured in billions of dollars and staked a great deal of its sports image on your very future, go ACTUALLY WIN a Super Bowl, Bill Polian. Don't let this one go through your hands, be as sure handed as Ken Dilger or Brandon Stokely. Become human missiles - a la Bob "don't need no pads" Sanders. Get your gold-toothed, Edge-smiles ready to go. Get crazy, angry like Jim Mora, but stay Marchibroda calm throughout. Let your team carry itself with Dungy-class and, well, I don't have much to say about Rick Venturi or Ron Meyer.
And somewhere out in Palo Alto Jim Harbaugh is thinking, "beat the Bears. Beat them like every other team beat YOU between 1984-1989 (except for the strike year in 1987) and in '97 and '98. Beat them like the Dolphins would crush you in the 80's and early 90's ... remember all that brash swagger they would walk in with. Don't let that Chicago nastiness stand in your way. Don't listen to that monster of the midway crap. Ignore Butkus. Ignore Singleterry. Ignore Urlacher. Ignore Ditka. Boy do I hate Ditka who ruined the start of my pro career. Go out there and play like we played in Kansas City in 1995 ... lights out, better than great. Be better than us, the Cardiac Colts. Be the Crushing Herd, the Wild Stampede. Do it for the Indianapolis Colts."
Wes
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My good friend from the Colony Woods days gave the funniest reply I've ever read. Keep in mind that Levenhagen is the ultimate Colts fan, and that he and his dad took Matt Cecil and I to more than one Colts game - floating along I-65 in the Buick Park Avenue. Levy and I also had some great times tossing the "Johnny Unitas-signed" football around in the yard ... not lying about that one. Take that, Baltimore Bitter-heads:
Well said... Teddy Marchibroda couldn't have mumbled that any better! Yes, Jim Harbaugh was our Honorary Captain for the game yesterday and he delivered another Captain Comeback performance just by telliing Peyton to "Let Er Rip!"
Speaking of the Cardiac Colts, if your heart didn't stop when Reggie Wayne fumbled the ball in the air and grabbed it back again at the end of the game, then you need to see a doctor to find your pulse...
Pierce, I'm ready for your Bears... I will see you down there in a couple of weeks. Slama is trying to get an RV to drive down there so I will probably tailgate with him. I have attended every home game this year and even survived the bitter heckles in Baltimore to see my beloved Colts make it to the Super Bowl... Fred and I have pushed the team along ever since the early morning scrimmage on August 1st at Rose Hulman University to the moment last night where singing "Goin to Miami" by Will Smith never really got old! No stopping now...
We must do this for all those Colts legends that Kendall mentioned and then also Mike Prior, Chris Hinton, Ron Solt (Petrin's Zionsville neighbor), Jon Hand, Jeff Herrod, Jason Belser, Eugene Daniel (actually I think we scratched his existence from ever playing with the Colts along with Jeff George), Mike Pagel, Pat "Life's A" Beach, Ken Dillgggger, Tony Siraguuuusssa, Jeff Burris, Joe Staysniak, Kirk Lowdermilk, Will Wofford, Marcus Pollard (who I wish was still on the team just for his hootin and hollerin on the sidelines), Don "Magic Man" Majkowski, Zach Crockett (who gave the inspiration to the Zionsville Eagles for the omega sign after every great play on our great run to the State Championship victory), Roosevelt Potts (Yes, I said his name... He was actually pretty good until the beer belly did him in), Barry Krauss (who actually is making a pretty good living around Indy doing high school/political pep talks and I think he sings Tom Jones songs on the side at Bar Mitzvahs), David Tate, Trev Alberts (ok, scratch his name because he is gay- Sorry if I offended any of you who are gay and happen to star on Grey's Anatomy), Ray "Big Play" Buchanan, Chad Bratzke, Ellis Johnson, Larry Triplett, Floyd Turner, Aaron "I wish I had a velcro belly to hold onto the Hail Mary against the Steelers and go to the Super Bowl in 1996" Bailey, and who can forget the Adam Vinieteri of the 80's/early 90's if he ever got a chance to play in a Super Bowl... the one and only Dean Biasucci!
Life is good and I even get a chance to plug the Indiana Hoosiers basketball team that are now back in the Top 25 (but yet somehow still behind Butler and Notre Dame),
Levenhagen
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