Well, that got out of hand quickly, didn't it? The first snap sails over Peyton Manning's head, the Seahawks do The Safety Dance, and Broncos fans/Seahawks haters get a little bit of a feeble, queasy feeling that this Super Bowl might be a let down.
It wasn't going to be an easy night for Mr. Manning. The Broncos weren't used to this NFC West brand of football. Many moons ago, they and the Seahawks were AFC Westers, back when the Seahawks weren't sporting much of a defense, much of an offense, much of anything, and the Broncs were led by a rambling, scrambling John Elway. Nowadays, the Seahawks engage in twice (and sometimes thrice) yearly scrums with the only team that seems to keep it close, the 49ers.
Think you're going to beat the Seahawks with a statue like Manning at QB? The Seahawks were practically in his helmet. Manning looked truly ill at ease. This wasn't going to end in an orange blaze of glory, not tonight, not when the Legion of Boom was taking away everything. The Broncos (like the Colts) rely on timing, quick passes, long drives. They were used to little resistance. They sure didn't get anyin the AFC playoffs. Against the Pats, Manning might as well have been wearing a red jersey, because he wasn't touched at all. The Seahawks made him squirm, stutter, and scowl all night.
The 'Hawks offense was nothing to sneeze at, either. Under little pressure from the Broncos, Russell Wilson became comfortable and started throwing rainbows. Percy Harvin reminded the world why he's so dangerous (when he can stay healthy) in more than one aspect of the game. It was truly a clobbering in all phases of the game.
After Harvin broke the kick return to start the second half, it was all over but the commercials, and it was too bad they weren't better. Any other night, the TV gets turned off after all hope is extinguished, but this is the Super Bowl and the commercials aren't supposed to be bathroom/kitchen break time, but there was little of note this year. I did crack up at the Doberhuahua commercial, and the Seinfeld/Costanza/Newman reunion was nice to see, but otherwise, there was not much of note. Same goes for Bruno Mars, by the way. Not that he wasn't entertaining, but I didn't feel there was anything I hadn't seen before.
Hopefully next year someone can stand up to Seattle, but for tonight, they're the champions, andoverwhelmingly so.
It wasn't going to be an easy night for Mr. Manning. The Broncos weren't used to this NFC West brand of football. Many moons ago, they and the Seahawks were AFC Westers, back when the Seahawks weren't sporting much of a defense, much of an offense, much of anything, and the Broncs were led by a rambling, scrambling John Elway. Nowadays, the Seahawks engage in twice (and sometimes thrice) yearly scrums with the only team that seems to keep it close, the 49ers.
Think you're going to beat the Seahawks with a statue like Manning at QB? The Seahawks were practically in his helmet. Manning looked truly ill at ease. This wasn't going to end in an orange blaze of glory, not tonight, not when the Legion of Boom was taking away everything. The Broncos (like the Colts) rely on timing, quick passes, long drives. They were used to little resistance. They sure didn't get anyin the AFC playoffs. Against the Pats, Manning might as well have been wearing a red jersey, because he wasn't touched at all. The Seahawks made him squirm, stutter, and scowl all night.
The 'Hawks offense was nothing to sneeze at, either. Under little pressure from the Broncos, Russell Wilson became comfortable and started throwing rainbows. Percy Harvin reminded the world why he's so dangerous (when he can stay healthy) in more than one aspect of the game. It was truly a clobbering in all phases of the game.
After Harvin broke the kick return to start the second half, it was all over but the commercials, and it was too bad they weren't better. Any other night, the TV gets turned off after all hope is extinguished, but this is the Super Bowl and the commercials aren't supposed to be bathroom/kitchen break time, but there was little of note this year. I did crack up at the Doberhuahua commercial, and the Seinfeld/Costanza/Newman reunion was nice to see, but otherwise, there was not much of note. Same goes for Bruno Mars, by the way. Not that he wasn't entertaining, but I didn't feel there was anything I hadn't seen before.
Hopefully next year someone can stand up to Seattle, but for tonight, they're the champions, andoverwhelmingly so.
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