I didn’t care for this game that much. Sure Denver’s D is one for the ages and they were awe-inspiring, but the game had no flow. Peyton Manning was underwhelming and well past his prime. I could have quarterbacked the Broncos to a victory with that defense.
The game was played in Santa Clara and as I was driving over the Bay Bridge on my way to my gig in San Francisco I could see the blimp way in the distance to the south. I was driving during halftime and San Fran was like a ghost town. Least traffic ever.
Cam Newton is taking a beating for walking out of his post game press conference. There had been a huge to-do the week before the game in the press and on social media about Newton’s flashy persona and how it was unprofessional. (Full disclosure, I had to google dabbing) This was an overreaction and had the whiff of racism. There have been plenty of white quarterbacks who celebrate touchdowns, and in the end, who cares?
But with the press conference, I believe Cam had to step up and endure the 10-15 minutes of inane questions. If you’re going to be a gloating-gloater when you succeed then you have to be graceful in defeat as well.
And with that we enter the dark days of sports. For the next two months there is nothing but excruciatingly dull mid-season basketball and hockey. I can’t get excited about pitchers and catchers and spring training. It does nothing for me. I’ll see you all on Sunday, April 3rd.
P.S. OK, I know about the NCAAs but I DON’T CARE.