The rivalry between the New England Patriots and Indianopolis Colts is perhaps the best of the new millenium. Say what you want about its lack of longevity (let's face it, this is only interesting because Tom Brady and Peyton Manning make it interesting) compared to longtime spats like Chiefs/Raiders, frankly, it doesn't matter. Games between the Pats and the Colts have become events in of themselves. Two years ago the AFC Championship was dubbed the "real" Super Bowl. The regular season matchups between these two draw more media attention and hoopla then some playoff games.
What is it that made this clash of titans so intriguing initially? It's a simple tale of Beauty & the Beast. The Colts were the beauty. Peyton Manning standing tall in the pocket, casually lofting tight spirals 50 yards into the outstretched hands of a horizontal Marvin Harrison. Silky smooth running back Edgerrin James calmly picking his way through opposing defenses. Even the defense had an element of grace to it, with Dwight Freeney deftly spinning past flat-footed offensive linemen for countless sacks. The Colts epitomized the elegance of brilliant offensive football, choosing to beat opponents with their talent, smarts, and skill rather than strength. What made them great was also what made them weak. They were dome babies, choosing to fly around of fake turf fields while the other boys had to play outside.
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