The War of 1812: One Year Later and Scars Remain

October 20, 2013 (Photo: IndyStar/Matt Kryger)

October 20, 2013
(Photo: IndyStar/Matt Kryger)

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”

– Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

What a difference a year makes.

I saw the first promo for the week one Colts vs. Broncos Sunday Night Football game. And you know what? I’m fine. Really…I am.

Last year? Let’s just say it didn’t go so well. Blame it on the soundtrack (I’m Coming Home), the slow motion video, the fresh wounds from the Colts’ breakup with Peyton Manning, and his first trip back to Lucas Oil Stadium…but the first time I saw last year’s promo, I sobbed. I know. I did though.

It also prompted me to write (on the spot) what is still the most read story I have ever written on either of my blogs (over 10,000 views and counting). That emotion was so real. And so gut wrenching. And based on the feedback I received, I wasn’t alone.

But it’s true, what people say…time really does heal. Even if it leaves you with a scar.

Anything you care deeply about has the ability to hurt you. Being a sports fan is hard. It hurts. And sometimes, it can damn near break your heart. But it can also be incredibly inspiring. Which keeps us coming back for more, no matter how badly we’ve been hurt in the past.

I was lucky enough to have a quarterback who was everything any fan could ever want. I always knew how special he was and I never took him for granted. I was proud to call him mine. I loved him so much, I couldn’t keep him to myself. I was happy to share him with the world. I actually made other people fall in love with him. And I took great joy in that.

When it was over, I was numb. I didn’t think I could ever feel that way again, at least about another quarterback.

Yet somehow, in a twice in a lifetime chance…I do.

I still thank my lucky stars that I had Peyton Manning as my quarterback. I wouldn’t trade those years for anything. And somehow, before he left, he set me up with the next quarterback love of my life: Andrew Luck.

Now, for a brief moment in time, I get to see my beloved quarterback, Andrew Luck (and the Colts) play my beloved former quarterback, Peyton Manning (and the Broncos). I don’t know how long it will last. I just know that it won’t be forever. And I plan to enjoy every minute of it.

So, no more tears.

I wear my scars like a badge of honor.

Because they’ve made me the fan I am today.

What a difference a year makes.

Go Colts!

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