Verbal Vomit: Christmas Edition

With Christmas three days away, we thought we'd make one last plea to Santa.

Merry Christmas, Spitters!

The Little Lady makes her first Spitwad debut! Enjoy!

Cornelius Fly Original #1

Verbal Vomit: Just Hit Record and See What Happens

Our most vomit-y podcast yet! Discussed in very little detail: The Holidays including Black Friday, Brave, Movember, The Hobbit, Les Miserables, A Date Idea for SLC, Our Child says Donkey, A Moment of Silence, and other random stuff. Not only are we unscripted and uncut, we are unprepared. But we missed you, and hope you missed us.

Brought to you by: Drain-o

Verbal Vomit: A Little Bit of Everything

We try and catch up after we missed last week. Brief discussions on the Presidential Election, Halloween, Car Salesmen, T.V. Shows (Bones and Psych), Shoe Shopping for Toddlers, Sandy and other potential storm names. One thing that we forgot to mention during the recording tonight is found in the written word below.

So, while we were waiting for our brand new car, Landon just happened to be standing up with our daughter when a car salesmen comes over and asks Landon, "Are you loveless?" Landon just gave him a blank stare back as he thought to himself, "Did this guy seriously just ask me that question when I am with my wife and holding a kid?" It was weird. Finally, after an awkward silence, he asked the question as he should have the first time. "Are you Mr. Loveless?"

Verbal Vomit: Presidential Randomness

We apologize for the delay this week. But here we are. Discussed this week: The Presidential Debate, A Chevy Lumina, Being a Mailman, and A Verbal Game Review.

Thanks Google Images for this gem!

Facebook Feedback

Season 2 Episode 6 - Honesty is the best policy. It's even better than Facebook's privacy policy. Everybody needs to hear good things about themselves and Poddery Barn is here to help. Spencer and Nathan hash out the details of yet another entrepreneurial venture as they look to make Facebook truly public without purchasing additional, failing stocks.

Your comments for this podcast are truly appreciated, as long as they are true. The fact checkers are out in full force on this one so watch your punctuation as a simple misstep could cause some serious problems.

How are we today?

Verbal Vomit: Space Case Debate

We keep it short this week. Space and the VP Debate. Hopefully next week has more to offer...

Courtesy of the LA Times

Libraries are Sanctuaries

Season 2 Episode 5 - The battle on modesty continues! Caitlyn Ellis comes on the pod for reals this time, sticking her butt into other people's business. And she threatens to shed some layers. She confirms the antiquated belief that women feel best when put in their place. 

The sanctity of the library is under attack. Libraries are where the heart is. As fabric is shed so do test scores, A+'s, and self esteem. Spencer learns that he is also a rampant honor code immodesty violator. Nathan become jealous of the entire situation as he realizes he's missing out on more than just skin. 

Inappropriate.

Zac Strips a Movie: Hotel Transylvania

Adam Sandler has not had the best of luck movie-wise lately. He has put out such gems as That's My Boy, Jack and Jill, and Grown Ups and that only takes us back to 2010. I guess he had fallen under the curse that can come from being successful. When you do something well people will give you freer reign. As time moves on you get more and more freedom until you are answering to no one so there isn't anyone to tell you if something is stupid or a bad idea. The same thing happened to M. Night Shamalan. In the beginning his movies were good, but by the end he was the writer, director and producer for his movie The Happening and it was awful, straight up garbage. We need to have someone look at our work and give us another point of view or else we are doomed to have some mistakes. With this in mind I was wary of seeing this movie. Adam Sandler has had too much freedom and I really just hoped that this wasn't the case in this film.

As the film started I as struck by the visuals more than anything. The animators had done quite the job making the film look polished and more believable. I have to hand it to Sony Pictures Animation, they have put out a few quality movies in their short history. I enjoyed Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and also The Pirates! Band of Misfits.

I didn't have a good segue so...segway!

To start the movie out we see Count Dracula taking care of his baby girl. We find out that his wife was taken from them and so he wanted to make a place for his daughter that would be safe. He decides that this place should be a haven for all monsters so he builds a giant hotel that should be far out of the reach of all humans. If you haven't guessed the plot of the rest of the movie yet shame on you. As the daughter gets older she feels confined and wants to explore the world. The dad is overly protective and wants her to stay no matter what. To top it off a human manages to show up right in time to mess with the birthday party!

With the concept of this movie I felt there was so much more that they could have done to make it not just decent, but excellent. While this movie followed very common plot lines I still enjoyed it for the most part. I guess the movie did have some good morals for us to learn like not judging people before you know them. So I guess I learned to avoid prejudice or something. I will have to admit that Shrek did a better job at broaching that subject but oh well.

A better movie than the one I am writing about.

If my post feels a bit disjointed and rambly(new word) that is because I have been super bored writing this review. If I don't love it or hate it I just can't get any good emotion going. Maybe if I think about awesome things...no that just makes me sad because I am doing this and not taming a panda dragon. Maybe if I think about things that make me sad or angry...ZAC SMASH!! ...that was a terrible plan! Now my shirt is all in tatters and this student center cleanup is going to be a doozy. I blame you Hotel Transylvania for not being good or bad enough to write about!

So if you have nothing better to do go ahead and see this movie, although I will warn you that Adam Sandler does have a brief moment where he raps. Not cool Sandler, not cool.

Rating: 2.5 Stars

Verbal Vomit: Coyotes, Cougars, and Men in Suits

Verbal Vomit Episode 4. Twenty days after our opening podcast, we discuss what happens when: a coyote gets run over by a car, Cougars beat Aggies (Answer: Rebecca gets to play Police Blotter), you have handsome hair, and a big announcement is made.

The Modest Poddest is Hottest

Season 2 Episode 4 - Do you like scantily clad women in short skirts? Neither do we! Poddery Barn strips off the layers of school dress codes in its first ever NSFW (if you work at BYU) podcast. Spencer touts his orthodox views while Nathan tries to reason with society. In a day and age where Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest rapidly spread the enticing views of Internet smut, Spencer works hard to shield his eyes from even the most innocent of the burlesque industry.

This podcast is sure to make you want to dance. But only do so under proper, authoritative supervision. That's the rule. And the skeptical eye of Nathan will be watching. Speaking of dancing, in the next 30 minutes, you'll be extremely close to seeing/hearing Friend of the Pod, Caitlyn Ellis bear all! Or maybe it will be kept under wraps. What a tease.

Rarrr!

Check out the following links if you're interested:

• Stansbury High Homecoming Spirit Massacre Facebook page
• KSL article on Valentine's Day Tweet
• Blog post from the BYU student herself

My Relationship with Tom Brady

I am a Colt’s fan. I have supported them for many years and during that time there has been one team that has been our biggest rival, the New England Patriots. The six losses in a row in the early part of last decade crushed me, and I wanted someone to pay. All of my rage and disappointment kept getting pressed down and as it got smaller it followed the laws of physics and it got denser. Soon I had this tiny compressed ball of anger, and it needed a place to go, a focus point to latch onto. I found my anchor in Tom Brady. 

Once I had made this decision I realized that for me to be happy I needed to see Tom Brady fail. He was a really easy target for my disdain. In every interview he complained about having been drafted in the 6th round. He was married to a Brazilian supermodel, he was in GQ magazine spreads and he was a sponsor for UGGS for men.

He was also in constant competition with my hero Peyton Manning. Everything Manning did Brady tried to do better. Manning threw 49 touchdowns in a season; Brady threw 50 the next year. Manning is very down to earth and beloved by millions. Everyone seems to be able to relate to him. Brady on the other hand is an elitist. I have to admit he has chiseled good looks, and it seems like he should be at a gallery opening or at a fashion show rather than on a football field.

Over the years my hate had built up to such an extent that the sweetest moment of 2008 was the play in which Tom Brady tore his ACL and would be out for the rest of the season. My birthday didn't make it as number one that year and neither did Christmas. It is hard for me to admit, but even the birth of my niece wasn't able to top the joy I felt at seeing a man I have never met get injured (okay fine the birth was better).

This hatred had so long been a part of me that I wasn't sure what to make of these new feelings that had been cropping up. Somehow Tom Brady had been chipping away at my defenses without me even knowing about it. I guess I had better explain what had been happening. Forever I thought of Tom Brady as an emotionless mannequin, or a robot with nice hair and a hot wife. I hated what I thought he stood for until I slowly began to realize that he actually does have feelings and a funny bone.

I would like to give you all a few examples of what started to change my mind.  The first took place in a pharmacy in Boston in early July. The shoppers were told that a promotion was going on and if you won a staring contest you would get a prize. As any good American knows we love to compete and we love free things so this was a no brainer. The customers however were not expecting that the person with whom they would be competing was none other than Tom Brady.

After seeing clips of this I was forced to admit that Tom Brady was in fact human. He blinked at times and he could laugh, and if they couldn't get Data emotions in the year 2364 there is no way we would have an android with them in our time. This first seed of doubt in my hatred didn't bother me too much and I was able to just toss it aside and pretend it never happened. What came next though sealed the deal.

Many of you have probably heard about the website Funny or Die. It takes a ton of celebrities and makes short films that people vote on and decide if it is funny or if it should die. I was innocently perusing this site when the next video popped up and it was one with Tom Brady. I figured it should be worth watching just to see Tom embarrass himself, but lo and behold the clip was actually quite entertaining.

I then found myself in a bind. I had been nurturing hate for Tom Brady for over a decade, and it felt like I was betraying myself by liking anything that he had done. To this day I still haven't fully figured out my feeling towards the man, but it is safe to say that the hate I once held for him has lost its edge. I am still not a Brady fan, but I don't desire to cause him harm either and that frightens me.

I am not sure if I am becoming mellow in my old age or if Tom Brady really has revamped his image. I always imagined myself as a crotchety old man, but I also never imagined for a moment that my hate for Tom Brady would diminish. So here I am, a man unsure of himself and his future. If my feelings for Tom Brady can change that means nothing in this world in concrete. Will I be a kind old man? Who knows? Will I always hate Argentina? Who knows? I assume so but I can't know for sure. I started this article in hopes to inspire people that things can change even if it seems impossible, but now I see that in truth this article might do the opposite and crush all hope of constants in our lives.

So to all of you out there be wary, you never know when someone might go through one of these changes so be careful when someone loves you.

Verbal Vomit: News, Celebrities, and Ming Ming too!

Verbal Vomit Episode 3... More TV Talk. Snap! Crackle! Pop! News in a minute-ish. A Fact or Fiction victory. And cheers to Bryan and Danny!

Thanks, Wikipedia!

Disclaimer: Any Fact or Fiction item may or may not be true or false. The statements provided were acquired via the internet.

Oh, and Michael's sister is Jane.

Face to Face with Reality

As BYU sent the field goal unit out against Utah two weeks ago, some fifty yards of kick away from sending the rivalry game into overtime in the literal last second, I went to my knees and clasped my hands in the air, a prayer to the football gods on my lips.

“Please,” I said, “bless that my team isn’t really going to attempt this kick.”

I don’t know how favorable the odds are of making a do-or-die, 51-yard field goal on the road when playing an opponent you’ve choked against all night. I do know the odds decrease dramatically – probably to about zero percent -- when your kicker hasn’t practiced during fall camp, is 0-3 lifetime from beyond fifty yards, has attempted one kick all season (a miss earlier in the game) and is recovering from back surgery. Nevertheless, there was Justin Sorenson, lining up for a career long attempt.

To the astonishment of everyone involved, the kick was no good.

Fan foolery from the Utes provided BYU an unorthodox second field goal attempt, this time a 36-yard version of the same pressure-packed kick. Cougar coaches decided to swap the broken-back kicker for – get this – Riley Stephenson, who goes under the alias of 'BYU's punter'. I can only imagine how filled with confidence he was after being overlooked for the first kick. 

“Hey, this 51-yarder is a little long for you, but don’t worry, if we get closer and need a weaker leg, you’re our guy.”

That being said, the 36-yard try was the longest of Stephenson’s collegiate career. To the astonishment of everyone involved, the kick was no good.

This was a hard game for me to get over, evidenced by the fact that it’s taken me two weeks to muster any words on the subject. In a game where BYU’s most consistent play was the false start; in a game where BYU showed no improvement in the ‘not fumbling’ department after the debacle of one year ago; in a game where Utah’s two offensive touchdowns came on a pair of improbable one-handed and no-look catches, it was the attempting of two hopeless field goal that officially pushed me over the edge.

I can live with the 36-yard attempt from converted punter Riley Stephenson, but only barely considering the guy had never made or even tried a kick of that importance or distance in his time at BYU. But to attempt a 51-yard field goal with a kicker who has not practiced during fall camp, who is recovering from surgery, who proved earlier in the game he wasn’t reliable from 15-yards closer? To expect that kick to ever even get close to approaching good was an absolute denial of reality on the part of the BYU coaching staff.

The art of denying reality has been commonplace in Provo over the last few seasons. From the idea of using a rotating quarterback system to the refusal to blitz skittish, injury-prone quarterbacks (see BYU vs. Utah, 2011), BYU as of late has simply done stuff that I can’t understand. Trusting Justin Sorenson to be ready to make a season-defining kick when all the evidence suggests he will miss it is only one of them. (Trusting a quarterback who is playing injured and describes himself as 65% healthy is another) Of course faking the kick would have been beyond risky, maybe the gutsiest play call in the history of the BYU-Utah rivalry. I get that. But can you imagine how awesome a fake in that moment would have been? With Utah bringing the entire house for the block one BYU player could have stall-blocked on the edge before sprinting downfield looking for a wide-open game winning touchdown pass. Regardless the outcome it certainly would have made for remarkable discussion and memory. And it also would have proven that football gods answer prayers.

Unfortunately (spoiler alert) BYU doesn’t gamble. I’ve wondered before if this is a trickle-down effect of BYU being run by a church that is against all forms of wagering. However, I’ve come to realize that this refusal to gamble on big plays is yet another BYU denial of reality, the ruse being that BYU is too good for trick plays or fake kicks, that they don’t need to blitz six guys to get to the quarterback, that simply out-executing their opponent will be enough. Never mind that a half-back pass from Eddie Stinnett to Steve Young comprises one of the greatest moments in BYU history. Never mind that overloading Sam Bradford with blitzes led to BYU’s last great win, the 2009 triumph over Oklahoma. Nevermind that Utah turns the momentum against BYU every other year by executing a “where in the world did that come from, we never expected that!” fake punt. To admit to needing trick plays, the coaches must think, is to admit weakness.

All of this would explain why I was so unbelievably happy when BYU went for two points last week against Boise State. For those unaware, BYU scored against Boise State with three minutes left in the game to make the score 7-6 for Boise. (A real shoot-out, I know) Conventional wisdom suggested BYU kick the extra point and test their chances in overtime. Yet Bronco Mendenhall – in a move that went against every precedent he’d set since becoming coach -- revolted against the safe play, electing instead to risk it all and go for the win then and there. BYU missed on the conversion and the critics have eaten coach Mendenhall in the seven days following.

Close, but no candy cigar.

I, however, couldn’t have been happier with the decision as it signaled the arrival of what I’ve long been waiting for: evidence that BYU’s brain trust had finally accepted reality. The chances of winning that game in overtime, with a freshman quarterback playing behind a perpetually flustered offensive line, in a stadium that has seen the home team win 76 of their last 79 games while knowing that you would likely be relying once again on a broken-back kicker and a converted punter to make clutch field goals, the likes of which they were 0-3 on one week earlier CANNOT IN ANY WORLD BE BETTER THAN THE ODDS OF GAINING THREE YARDS!!!. They just can’t.

So it was that Bronco confronted the brutal facts and rolled the dice. It didn’t work, but at least BYU tried. And after watching whatever it was BYU attempted to do against Utah one week earlier, simply trying to win was good enough for me. 

Zac Strips a Movie: Dredd 3D

"I am the law." Never has there been a one line tag line that has encompassed the feel of an entire movie better that this one does. Dredd takes place in a future in which the world has been devastated by nuclear war and the country is a wasteland. The entire American population of 800 million is living inside a mega city that stretches from Boston to Washington DC (aptly named Mega City 1). The skyline is dominated by super skyscrapers, hundreds of stories high that are surrounding by the crumbling ruins of the old cities.

It is in this city that we find Judge Dredd. He works for the Hall of Justice as, you guessed it, a judge. It this cramped society, crime was running rampant and the old judicial system did not have the ability to keep order. So as a solution they streamlined the entire process. Now, the men and women of the Hall of Justice act as police, judge, jury and, if the judgment demands it, executioner. In this society Dredd is in fact "the law", and if I were in his shoes I would like saying it as well.

Yeah you are!

This movie is another in a long line of comic book adaptations and movie remakes. The character got his start in the late seventies in Great Britain in a serial called 2000 AD. He has been a super popular character for years over there and has had some struggles crossing over here. A major issue was with the 1995 film adaptation, Judge Dredd with Sylvester Stallone. It was a terrible movie, but to be completely honest if it is late at night and I see it on demand I will watch it and I will enjoy it, nothing will ever change that.

Many fans of the comic were upset by the movie because they took away the best parts of the character and decided to add some random character development. In the comics you never see Dredd's face. It was started as an unofficial guideline, but ended up being put down as an official rule for the artists to follow. The creator John Wagner explained it this way. "It sums up the facelessness of justice- justice has no soul. So it isn't necessary to see Dredd's face, and I don't want you to."  The first movie failed in that regard a ton. You see Stallone's face all over the place. If you really want an example I can show you a picture. I am warning you it isn't pretty.

Well if you are sure...

He had this look on his face the entire time.

The best part is that he wore blue contacts for the role when in the comics they don't even know the color of his eyes so his normal brown eyes would have been just fine. Silly Hollywood. I guess enough time (17 years seems like enough) had passed and the powers that be felt a remake would be a good thing, and I find myself agreeing with them.

In this version the titular character is played by Karl Urban. You might remember him from his role in RED or his role as Bones in the new Star Trek movie. His chiseled jaw and even stubble made him a great person for a role that would require him to cover everything but his mouth and chin.

As the movie starts Dredd is tasked with taking a new recruit out into the field for a final exam. The recruit is a young mutant psychic. They are out on a normal case when it takes a turn towards mayhem. The building defenses go up and the two judges are forced to fight their way up the building. For those of you that say it is just like The Raid you are wrong and should feel bad for being wrong.

See even Zoidberg agrees with me.

For having a fairly limited budget by today's standards I thought they did a good job with the special effects. The movie uses the popular time slow down technique, but they actually come up with a reason as to why it is being used. Having that logic in there made me happy. Urban does a great job being the stalwart no-nonsense judge. He doesn't convey many emotions because he isn't conflicted by who he is and what he is doing. If you have nothing against violent images and you want to see a good shoot 'em up movie I would recommend this one. Also I would like to leave you with this message.

Rating: 4 stars

Bagging on Chile

Poddery Barn welcomes it's first international guest, Fernando: Chilean Bagger Extraordinaire. Spencer and Nathan solve the oft-complained epidemic of inappropriate bagging at grocery stores nationwide. Their entrepreneurial spirit leads to increased wages for baggers and decreased accident rates on American roadways.

Always here to serve and entertain, Poddery Barn will eliminate those awkward moments at the checkout line and enhance your satisfaction as you commute to work or play.

Bagging is what we do best.

Washington DC

My inaugural post comes to you live from within spitting distance of the Lincoln Memorial. And thus begins the travel series of this blog!

Verbal Vomit: Animal Farm Gets Psyched

Verbal Vomit Episode 2! Landon and Rebecca are back for their weekly podcast.

Today's show consists of What's In The News, TV Talk, and an Old Fashioned Radio Reading of "Animal Farm."

Faith in the Fallen

This year the NFL is rife with story lines, from the referee lockout to the fallout from bounty gate to how I no longer have the same hate for Tom Brady (post pending), but there is one story that I will be following with the most fervor. The story is about the vindication and the indomitable spirit of two men I hold in the highest regard, Peyton Manning and Alex Smith.

As you can most likely tell I love Football with a passion. I will watch any sport on TV and I get emotionally involved in most of them, but football holds the top spot in my heart.  Nothing quite matches the thrill of watching your team make a miraculous 4^th quarter comeback or the joy you feel seeing a trophy being hoisted in the air, and thanks to these men I have seen and felt these things a lot over the years (One a bit more than the other). Sadly these two noble warriors have had their named defamed by “experts” and “douchefaces”.    

Or both in one

In college Alex Smith was an exemplary quarterback. During his final year he had some mind blowing stats. He threw 32 touchdowns and ran for 10 more all while only turning the ball over four times. The man was a machine, but one with a heart. This was proven when after the defeat of BYU and subsequent crowd rushing I was hugged by this man and he said two words to me “hey Zac”. It was a magical moment for all involved (mainly me) and I knew that one day he would take his talent to the league and he would find success. Unfortunately it was going to be a rough start.

Just stay down there for the next five years or so.

For years Alex was forced to stand behind subpar offensive lines and to try and learn a different offense each time they hired a new coordinator (hint: it was at least once a year). So after years of mediocre results many had given up on him, or worse decided that he was a joke from the start. Hearing those things crushed me because I knew differently. I had seen him play time and again from my spot in the muss on the second row and I had joined in the crowd chanting “70” because we felt that scoring 63 just wasn’t enough. Those chants were given to the winner that I knew Alex Smith to be. Even through the rough times I never wavered in my support, and my patience was about to be rewarded.

Like this kind of reward, but for my heart and brain.

 Finally the long night was ending and the dawn of a new age in San Francisco was about to begin.  The first ray of light came when Mike “rock for brains” Singletary was fired. He was a terrible coach and should be ashamed of the poor job he did and how poorly he treated his players. This was just another example that being a great player doesn't mean you will be a great coach. The next sunny beam came when Jim Harbaugh was announced as the head coach. He is probably just as intense as Singletary, but he knows where to place his steely gaze and seething rage and that is squarely on the opponents or on the refs. His addition to the team gave Alex confidence in himself and helped the team forge an identity. That year they went 13-3 and Alex currently has the longest streak of passes without an interception in the league.

Best watch out if he foams in your direction.

If you thought that first story was a little sad you should probably hold onto that box of tissues because this next tale will cause your face to leak like the Exxon Valdez (I felt it was too soon to talk about the BP oil spill, also you can ignore the tragedy better when you can picture Juan Valdez instead). Peyton Manning has been my sports hero for nearly a decade and a half. Growing up I was a 49ers fan because I lived in Utah and Steve Young was in his prime. We weren't really given a choice that was just how it was. As I grew older I was finally making my own choices about what teams I liked and why. Right around the same time as my budding sport individualism was peaking; Peyton Manning was finishing up his career at Tennessee. I guess the planets had aligned because I had found myself a man to look up to in sports. I knew that wherever he went I was going to be a fan of that team, and so I became a fan of the Indianapolis Colts. I am really grateful that he managed to avoid Dallas or Pittsburgh because can you imagine how awful a person that would have made me?

Thank you universe for saving me from that.

It was a glorious time in my life. I had a football team I cared about and a player that was amazing on the field and entertaining off of it. The first few years had some rough patches with some losing seasons, but I didn't mind. I was happy. It wasn't too long before the wins and personal accolades started piling up. A Superbowl win and four MVP awards is nothing to sneeze at. They even managed to become the winning-est team ever of a single decade by being amazingly consistent, like the double dipped chicken tenders at Goodwood BBQ. Like everything great in this world it had to come to an end (See: Chuck, the Batman trilogy, pizza Friday and soon to be added Community. Screw you NBC.).

In May 2011, Peyton Manning underwent a neck surgery to alleviate some neck pain and help with some arm weakness. It wasn't a big surgery by any means, but it opened the door to a world of hurt for me and the Colts (and I guess Peyton himself). In September Peyton underwent another surgery to perform a level one spinal fusion (and two more surgeries to round it out). I was stunned because Peyton had never missed a start in his career, but now we were being faced with the unthinkable, a year without Manning.  I will admit it was a rough season to watch. 2-14 is never easy and Curtis Painter was never meant to start an NFL game.

He looks like a kicker at best.

 The only thing that kept me going was knowing that at least Peyton was going to be back for the next season, but then is March of 2012 I was hit with another shocker. The Colts had released Manning to pursue a young replacement in the new draft. The worst is what came next. From that point on most the experts started to say that he was a has-been and that he should hang up his cleats. They didn't bother to accurately research his surgeries or listen to what his doctors were saying.

Yes I am still talking about them.

It was quite ridiculous. Here was a man with an incredible career, full of hall of fame numbers and they doubted him. Thankfully the people who run the teams aren't the same people that talk about sports on TV or else this story might have had a different ending, but as it stands Manning was taken by the Broncos and it appears their faith in him is going to pay off. In their season opener against the Steelers, Manning has a respectable outing with 250 yards and 2 TDs. I know he still isn't 100 percent (as evinced by his first quarter against the Falcons), but he is well on his way and for that I am grateful. Since I am old and set in my ways I am still a Colts fan, but I will be watching Manning and rooting for him until he decides it is time and rides off into the sunset (and probably some kind of coaching position).

There have been some difficult moments for both of these men, moments of darkness in which they probably questioned themselves and wavered in their commitment. Although they were cast off and downtrodden by the heartless media, one man had faith in these fallen giants and this man will be watching this year to see them regain their rightful place as legends.