Dear Andrew Luck,
I hope you know that watching you play at Stanford your senior year got me through that 2-14 Colts season. To me, you were a Colt before you ever put on the uniform.
I hope you know that the day you walked through the door, I knew everything was going to get better.
I hope you know that embracing you healed my heart after the Peyton Manning breakup – something I didn’t think was possible at the time.
I hope you know that when Peyton returned as a Bronco and you led the Colts to a win, you also won the city.
I hope you know that watching you be unapologetically yourself only made us love you more.
I hope you know that I was your teammate off the field – I always had your back, I always defended you, and I always took up for you.
I hope you know that even from my seat, I was trying to protect you on game day.
I hope you know how proud I always was to call you my quarterback.
I hope you know that watching you light up the faces of sick children brought just as much joy to me as it did to them.
I hope you know that seeing you hurt, struggling, and sad stole some of my happiness as well.
I hope you know that the people who booed when you left the field at Lucas Oil Stadium for the last time don’t represent the majority of Colts fans.
I hope you know that the future success of this team is something you helped build.
I hope you know that the legacy you leave behind is so much bigger than football.
I hope you know that the best thing you can do for us now is to move on, live your life, and be happy.
I hope you know that no matter where you go and no matter what you do, I’ll be cheering for you – and not just on Sundays.
I hope Indianapolis is always your home. And even if it’s not, I hope it always feels like home.
Thanks for the memories, Andrew.
I wish you love, luck, and happiness in the next chapter of life.