“So what’s your pick for the Super Bowl?”
“Colts. All the way.”
“Really? Not the Bears?”
“Nope.”
“Don’t you think they deserve it after sucking for so long.”
“Didn’t really consider that.”
“Then why the Colts?”
“Because once, at the airport, I ran into Peyton Manning. Literally ran into him.”
“So…”
“He stepped on my toe- I was wearing flip flops- and apologized profusely. I didn’t know who it was until he was already gone**.”
“So what? A guy is polite and it’s automatically ‘go Colts’ ?”
“Yes, go Colts!”
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* I’ve been informed that a more “hip” way to say this is “How I Roll.” However, I’ve been accused of being many things and hip generally isn’t one of them. ‘Round these parts, we operate.
**I’ve known who Peyton Manning is since the Tennessee days, of course. But in an airport, I’m less observant of the people around me, and more so trying to not forget anything in security. Also, this was years ago before Peyton was the most-loved commercial good ol’ boy/hero in the NFL. Not to say I don’t find the boy attractive, ’cause I do.