Dear Bill Simmons:

Go suck a dick. I expected most of your article today. I can't say I blame you for what you wrote. I'd be disappointed if the Colts lost, replaying the missed chances in my head until I drove myself nuts. What I didn't expect was to be compared to the Red Sox. Quote:

As strange as this sounds, I headed into halftime believing that the 21-6 score removed much of the pressure off him. There were eerie parallels to the Dave Roberts Game in that the Colts (A) were handicapped by their collective history (much like the Red Sox heading into that 2004 ALCS), (B) were battling their long-time nemesis who always owned them (much like the Yankees), and (C) needed to hit rock-bottom to set up the whole "miracle comeback that makes everyone forget that this team was snakebitten in the first place" thing (like the Red Sox being three outs away from a sweep). Nothing's scarier than a home team playing with house money in front of a desperate crowd dying for a reason to jump back into the game.

Quit constantly comparing people to your precious Boston teams. No one else likes them. The rest of your article is pretty good. It's way more eloquent than anything I could have written in the hours following a game in which my team had lost a nail-biter. For the most part, your views were pretty level headed, considering. But that just was uncalled for and now, quite frankly, I'm pissed. I believe Peyton has something to say to you.

Hi! I'm Peyton Manning, And You Can Go Fuck Yourself [Kissing Suzy Kolber]
Peyton Giveth and Taketh Away [ESPN.com Page2]