Football!

Football. Football. Football. Oh, how I have missed you!

The pre-season is all right. I certainly look forward to August. But the pre-season would never have given you what we had tonight.

Colts and Saints were tied at 10 at the half. All in all, an evenly matched half of football. Then Peyton Manning comes out of the locker room and winds up into a higher gear. One touchdown. Two. The game is firmly in hand. Oh, a third.

In the pre-season, no team would wipe the other up and down the field the way the Colts did the Saints tonight. They would all be best buddies, grateful to get through another game without injuries and having had the opportunity to get the third and forth string players some time so as to evaluate them.

Nope. Not tonight. Man-handling is not only allowed, but encouraged. Be the man. Scream that stupid "We are the Champions" song until the other guy runs from the stadium clutching his hands to his ears. Beat up on the defense. Terrorize the offence. Then, after heaping insult upon touchdown insult, send in the back-up crew just to flaunt the fact that there is no way under heaven and earth that the other guy has even the remotest hope in salvaging any part of the second half of the game.

You just got to love football!