Before the Super Bowl, two versions of this post were already written. One where Peyton Manning becomes the greatest quarterback ever and one where he comes up just short. I didn't expect to write one where he crashes and burns.
I got called names last year for saying that Peyton Manning was a choker after he lost a game where he never got to touch the ball in overtime. This time, it was his comeback-killing interception that sealed the Saints' Super Bowl victory. Is it fair that one errant pass—on a route the receiver probably botched—should determine a player's legacy? No, of course not. But sports are not fair. There can be no doubt that if his team had won last night, Manning would have received all of the credit and no one would have objected.