Technically, I should be upset that the Colts lost to the Saints tonight in the Super Bowl. I was born in Indiana, raised in Indiana, went to school in Indiana, and all of that. As I hope I've made abundantly clear by now, though, my allegiances lie with anything linked to Chicago. I grew up cheering for the Bulls, White Sox (Indiana informs my identification with anything on the South Side), and Bears. Therefore, I never gave a shit about any team with "Indiana" in its name--Pacers, Colts, or Hoosiers (although I like Bobby Knight and Larry Bird).
I don't like it when somebody looks incredulous when I say this. I understand it, so someone who's not from the state might not comprehend why I feel the way I do. Most people from "The Region" (aka NW Indiana) get it, though. I've said it many times, but I grew up watching local newscasts from Chicago, as well as all of the sportscasts that centered on those teams. Never did I see a Pacers game unless the opponent was the Bulls. I was aware of Reggie Miller, but more because of his jagged teeth than his three-point prowess. Or whenever the Pacers played the Knicks and there was drama that usually involved John Starks somehow--but I'd had my fill of that weasel when his team repeatedly got trounced by Michael Jordan & Co.
Likewise, I have no real affinity for the Saints. My limited knowledge of them lets me know that Mike Ditka, another hero of Chicago, coached them for a few seasons at the end of his career. That's it--other than their much-publicized acquisition of the vastly overrated Reggie Bush. His most noteworthy contribution as a professional athlete is his ultimately boring relationship with the, uh, boring and untalented Kim Kardashian.
However, I vociferously despise another Bush (W.), and took great umbrage with his idiotic and unbelievably horrid handling of Hurricane Katrina. Yes, I went to college with his daughter, but I notoriously asked her, drunkenly, if she'd had an abortion, so a friendship was not exactly in the cards. (This was no big loss for me.) At my graduation, I came very close to running her mother, First Lady Laura, over on the way to my seat, and my only regret about that situation is that I didn't. I'm sick of hearing about what a nice person she is--she married W, so she's a fucking idiot by default. Partly because of my hatred for Bush, I love New Orleans.
I don't like college football, but I was acutely aware that quarterback Drew Brees played for Purdue because a lot of my friends went there and mentioned it frequently. For anyone who scoffs at my preference of the NFL, or Brees Mach 2, over the NCAA should know this so I can disregard their protests. The BCS is an irrevocable mess, and the revolving cast of players makes it almost impossible to follow. I like basketball and March Madness more, but I still would rather watch the NBA. My mind can only hold so much information, and a constantly shifting roster much like a lizard's tail that regenerates every few years leaves room for little else. (At least, that's part of my rationalization.)
When the Bears played the Colts in the Super Bowl a few years ago, I disingenuously asserted that I'd be covered no matter the outcome. Truthfully, I really really really wanted the Bears to emerge victorious, even if I immensely disliked QB Rex Grossman and his cloying, Cheshire-cat grin. This year was different. I adamantly and vocally wanted the Saints to win. I knew this was a long-shot, and Vegas complied with a five-point victory projected for the Colts.
Amazingly, New Orleans overcame these odds. In recent weeks, their limp defense could not keep up with the dynamic offense. Tonight, though, when it mattered the most, it kept Peyton Manning at bay, even if this is a nearly impossible feat. He still passed for 333 yards, but his performance was marred by a costly interception that resulted in a Saints touchdown.
I know he's good, but I still want him to lose. His disappointment is only that much sweeter because of the Colts' loss, and the Saints' win. Plus, head coach Jim Caldwell's infuriating decision to bench Manning and assure the only defeat of the Colts' regular season at the hands of the Jets only looks worse with a Super Bowl loss. It might not have been dumb, technically, but now it really looks very foolish.
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