We are officially less than a month before the start of the NFL season, so it's probably time to start previewing the monster. The key to the NFL's success — other than fantasy football and gambling, of course — is the rabid nature of its fans. That is to say: You don't see a lot of people painting their faces for their favorite golfer.
We asked a gaggle of writers, from the Web, from print, from books, even a TV guy or two, to tell us, in as many or as little words as they need, why My Team Is Better Than Your Team. This is not meant to be factual, or dispassionate, or even logical: We just asked them to riff on why they love their team so much, or what their team means to them, or whatever. We will be running two a day until the beginning of the NFL season.
Right now: the Indianapolis Colts. Your author is Will Carroll.
Will Carroll is an editor at Baseball Prospectus and the author of The Juice. He also writes bi-weekly on injuries for ESPN. His words are after the jump.
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Seriously.
I drew the easy assignment here. My hometown team, the Colts, have dropped the beatdown on all comers over the past five seasons. Sure, Edgerrin James and his gold teeth have moved on, which is sure to prove just how dominant Indy's line really is and that running backs are essentially interchangeable parts. Dominic Rhodes did it once before.
But what this comes down to is the Monkey. You know the monkey. You might have seen him last January in the RCA Dome or the year before in Foxboro. You might have even seen the baby monkey and its Vols orange butt back in Knoxville. Some athletes sport tattoos or load up their Hummers with guns and speakers. In Indiana, we like our heroes to have a monkey. (Yes, that really is Smoke Stewart's monkey, Mojo. And yes, I just called him Smoke. We're tight like that.)
Tony Dungy will be on one side, Peyton Manning on the other and the Monkey lying dead under his foot.