


"He was getting ready to leave and wanted to take a picture with me and thank me for driving his golf cart," said a third. "He was just as polite and nice as I've always heard," wrote another. "Peyton was so nice and down to earth," one wrote. There's a fan website - /encounters.html - where everyday people tell how you were with them. You were a 10,000-watt bulb in a small city, and yet you never seemed to tire of it. So when it did, and Chicago Bears quarterback Rex Grossman looked like he was throwing greased watermelons, you looked like you were throwing rocks.įourteen years in the league and the worst we can say about you is that you made a lot of castor-oil faces and your helmet left funny marks and one time you laid into your "idiot kicker." Fourteen years and you didn't sext anything, wreck anything or deck anybody. Every day that whole week, you made your center, Jeff Saturday, spend an extra 15 minutes snapping you balls you'd soaked in a bucket of water.
#Thanks for the memories pro
Two Super Bowls, four NFL MVPs, 11 Pro Bowls, 11 playoff seasons and more records than a used CD store. Greatness poured out of your fingers because you put in the hours and the study and the pain to let it. You came to a nowhere franchise and made it Somewhere. Thank you for always being the last one to go home at night, for knowing more about what defenses were going to do than some of the players on those defenses themselves. Thank you for watching more film than Martin Scorsese. In the middle of the worst time of your life, you took the time to write a hand-written note of sympathy last week to Fox's Chris Myers upon the death of his son. You played a violent game and yet somehow held on to that southern gentility. It was trendy to make fun of your "Yes, sirs" and "No, sirs" and your 1950s haircut but many of us secretly admired it. Thank you for never ending up on Court TV, or Page Six or with parts of somebody's nose on your knuckles. So thank you, Peyton Manning, for never showing up in the VIP section of Cheerleaders, overserved and under-mannered. But before we slog into what happens next, where you'll go, what you'll do, we owe you a thank you for what you've done and who you've been. This might be the beginning of something better.
