It’s been 12 months since that gray day when Peyton Manning tearfully bid farewell to the Colts, the fans, and the City of Indianapolis.
It’s been 52 weeks since this fan watched in disbelief, sobbed like a baby, and felt like someone had ripped her heart out.
It’s been 365 days since we openly wondered what would become of our team, our city, and our lives without Peyton Manning.
Breakups are never easy. And as far as they go, Peyton Manning may be the hardest one I ever had. Sound crazy? Well, think about this…
How many times did you break up with someone, only to watch as they are publicly courted immediately by every person who ever had an interest in them? How about getting live updates as to their whereabouts as they are wined and dined by successful and attractive people, hoping for a chance at a future with them? And then, have no choice but to see them make their fateful decision and ceremoniously tie themselves to their new mate…on live television?
Ya. It sucked. Even if you saw it coming. Even if you knew it was the right decision. It still sucked.
And one year later…how are we doing? Actually, pretty well.
I’m not going to lie, it still feels strange to see Peyton Manning in a Broncos jersey. I’ll never get used to it. It will never feel normal. The Broncos will always feel like the other woman.
But, I have officially moved on. I am in love with my new quarterback and my new team. I am excited about the future and feel great about where we’re headed. I couldn’t be better. Really.
Yes, I know Peyton is coming to Indianapolis to play the Colts next season. As a Bronco. Thanks for the reminder. And how do I feel about that? One word…awkward.
Torn between the past football love of my life and my current and future football love? Perfect. But I will handle it like I did the breakup. With dignity and class.
I will cheer to greet Peyton Manning, then cheer on Andrew Luck and my Colts.
Right after I throw up.