So, Indianapolis… how’s my ass taste?
That’s right, I’m riding off… on top. Beat pretty boy Tom Brady twice (ney – 3 times) to reach 3 of my 4 Super Bowls… crowning myself in the finale.
Look, Manning won’t ever talk that much shit, so I will for him…
My childhood idol not for some image but for his true dedication to the craft plus intelligence (he’ll be a phenomenal coach once his kids grow up) set him so far apart from everyone else.
What a last ride. I visited Detroit this past season and stood four feet from him, and then we win Super Bowl 50 behind one helluva defense.
Trust me, wizards: dreams do come true. (This one WAS FOR KIRBY!)