Wow.

I, unlike most of the free world, predicted a Patriots win against the Colts last Saturday, but I thought the game would end up being a shootout. I mean, these are the Colts, the offensive juggernaut, helmed by Peyton Manning, fresh off the greatest season a quartback ever had. Plus the Patriots were missing Ty Law, Tyrone Poole, and Richard Seymour. The Ponies have got to be good for four touchdowns, right?

Final score: 20-3. Three points? Three? Are you kidding me?

You almost have to feel bad for Peyton. The sports world went from worshipping at his feet to ripping him to shreds in a matter of hours. And to be fair, he did not play a terrible game. He only had one pick, which was thrown after the game was already wrapped up. And he was not helped by his receivers treating the ball like it was a porcupine. But ultimately, he could not get the job done. The only way Mr. Manning is going to win a ring anytime soon is if Bill Belicheck decides to drop out of the NFL and smoke pot with Ricky Williams.

Now we have Pittsburgh. Do I think we can win? Hell, after this game I would not be surprised if Teddy Bruschi and Rodney Harrison chartered a Mideast Peace agreement.

Much more later on.