All that was missing was the invisible horse Manning strode in on. With five minutes (or something to that effect) remaining in the third quarter, after five turnovers from Brocky baby, the GOAT re-emerged to take his place in the pantheon of greatness.
Willis Reed. Michael Jordan. Not Lance Armstrong. Manning moves into a story you will someday tell your kids. Of the boy beaten up and left for dead by his home town (Indy), cast aside for his backup by the media, only to earn Denver home field advantage throughout the playoffs.
INSTANTLY upon setting on the field the mood shifted. Denver is home now: those fans welcomed a G back. Manning marched down seemingly effortlessly with the Chargers lead 13-7. He changed an array of plays at the line (as he do), mixed in the run and nailed his receivers to enter the end zone.
After the defense stopped the second biggest bitch of the day Phillip Rivers (only 2nd to Jay Cutler), we tacked on a field goal after they’d turned it over on downs. Then, in one play, San Diego took a 20-17 lead on an 80-yard pass. Who the hell knows what happened, it looked like our corner corkscrewed himself and just left dude wide open.
Osweiler could barely hold his clipboard. Just kidding, but he does have bitch-like tendencies. Manning quickly tied it.
Finally, with the game winding down, it was up to the defense. Rivers was intercepted and the defender returned it down into their territory. On the first play from scrimmage, our running back slashed to the corner of the end zone for the score!
Again, we leaned on our championship-worthy defense to end the game. THEY DID JUST THAT, allowing the GOAT to knee out another win.
NEVER DOUBT #18. A LEGEND AND A LEGENDARY PERFORMANCE that left me weeping after the INT.