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INDIANAPOLIS -- You expect the Colts to throw, and throw a lot, but even for Peyton Manning and his band of merry, pass-happy men this was a little bit nuts. Indy ran nine plays -- eight of them passes -- in the first two minutes of the game, averaging one every 14 seconds, completely disregarding the play clock and leaving their star offensive players more than a little bit tuckered out.

"I wouldn't call it fun," said tight end Dallas Clark, who caught 11 passes in the first half and 14 -- for 119 yards -- in the game. "When you run 60 plays in the first half, you're going to feel that on Wednesday and Thursday. But the win makes it feel a lot better."

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I was at a museum bar this past week, playing some pool with a buddy when golf came up in the conversation between us and our playing competitors.

One of the guys, slightly inebriated, lambasted me with this theory – Tiger Woods is killing the PGA Tour.

No, there were no bigotry in his voice, he didn't care if Woods was black, white or the color of Paula Creamer's golf ball, he just believed that the onslaught of Tiger fans has brought down the competitiveness and interest of a regular PGA Tour event.

At first I thought this guy was a complete moron. I hit my pool shots, had a sip of beer and mused over the idea that the best thing to ever hit golf could somehow be bringing it down? Hogwash, I thought.

It didn't hit me until Saturday afternoon, on the golf course for my lemming-like weekend tee time, when I realized this guy might be on to something.

Maybe Tiger is killing the tour. No, he isn't killing golf, he's turned a sport reserved for higher class businesspeople into a global phenomenon. He's changed the pot-bellied golfer into a gym rat. He's merged two types of golfers, the one that bombs it off the tee and the one that chips and putts well around the greens, into one golfing freak. He's brought mock turtlenecks, Nike Golf, the first pump and red on Sundays to our regular conversation.

Tiger has changed golf, which is obviously clear.

With that said, has he killed the PGA?

Just to ease any concerns you have about Tony Dungy returning to the sidelines next year. It's official ... The Dunge back.

"Obviously, you want to come back. You want to defend the title. We've got such a great group of guys, that that's eventually what draws you back every year," Dungy said in advance of the NFL Scouting Combine. "I wouldn't say it was an easy decision, but it was the right one, and it didn't take overly long to make."

Obviously, that's great news for Colts fans ... if Dungy hadn't come back, the Colts might have had to do something insane like ... oh, I dunno ... hire Norv Turner.

All told, a pretty nice off-season day for Colts fans. Dwight Freeney gets the franchise tag, so he's around another year. Tony Dungy announces he's coming back, so that's nice. And a chief AFC rival hires Norv Turner, essentially saying, "Nah, you go on ahead to the Super Bowl. We'll sit this one out."

When the Patriots started winning Super Bowls, analysts started trying to figure out how they were doing it. And after a while, they reached a consensus. The front office brought in guys who might not be all-around great football players, but were great for one specific role. They were all hard-working, dedicated guys who had no problem with their role as just another cog in the machine.

And now, the Colts have won a Super Bowl ... and I'm taking it upon myself to figure out how they did it. What kinds of players do they bring in? Here's what my independent research has found. The Colts front office specifically targets Bible-thumpers with a desire to be recording artists.

First, it was Peyton Manning and Kenny Chesney writing love songs together (you have to try really hard to see the connection to religion, but it's there). Then, it was Ben Utecht and his desire to be a Christian rocker. And now, punter Hunter (that rhymes) Smith actually already is a Christian recording artist. Smith's group, Connersvine, has signed a deal with INO Records.

"Winning the Super Bowl has been one of the highlights of my life and career. It is completely humbling that God has allowed me to not only be a part of an amazing football team, but also is giving me the chance to pursue His calling in music." shares Hunter Smith. "I feel just as strong of a call to worship leading and ministering through music as I do in football."

This is just getting ridiculous. Are there any Colts out there who aren't religious zealots with a desire to sing? Is it a prerequisite for being a Colt? At the NFL Combine, do the Colts send their scouts to get 40 times, medical histories, and ask about Christian music aspirations?

Gracias, again, With Leather.

Colts tight end Ben Utecht wishes to (finally!) merge the worlds of professional football and Christian music. Utecht is heading to Nashville this off-season to chase his dream of becoming a Christian recording artist.

I've never heard Ben Utecht sing, and my Christian music collection isn't quite as extensive as it could be (does God's Son count?), so I don't know what kinds of songs he sings. But I hope there are songs in his catalog entitled "Beelzebub, Much Like Todd Pinkston, Won't Go Over the Middle," and "Jesus Makes John Henderson Look Like a Sissified Punk."

Between Utecht and Tony Dungy, the Colts are the Godliest team in the NFL ... and given that the NFL is such a copycat league, it would not surprise me to see Mike Holmgren and Marvin Lewis become ordained ministers this off-season. I also think you'll see Ray Lewis become the champion of this league.

Michigan lawmakers have proposed "Tony Dungy Day" in Michigan to honor the Colts head coach who just won a Super Bowl. Dungy, who grew up in Jackson, Michigan, is the first black coach to win a Super Bowl, as well as the first black coach to win a Super Bowl while wearing a sweater vest, a lanyard, and a mock turtleneck.

I support Tony Dungy Day. His accomplishment is worth celebrating, there's probably not much else going in Jackson, Michigan, and these things are largely ceremonial ... it's not like the government stops everything else to begin their Dungy worship. Throw a parade, give him a plaque, exchange a few high-fives, and call it a day.

They haven't set a date yet, but I'm already trying to plan how I'll celebrate it personally. In honor of Dungy, I'll probably just walk around that day and thank God for everything that happens ("Dear Lord, thank you for the invention of dog toothpaste, because my dog's breath really used to smell bad," and "God, we humbly thank you that the bathroom at this 7-11 was reasonably clean"), and watch a rerun of Will and Grace with my middle finger pointed at the screen.

Appearing in a Super Bowl one year does not guarantee that you'll be even a playoff team next year ... ask the Steelers. Both the Steelers and the Seahawks slipped a little bit after their Super Bowl XL appearances. Sometimes it's injuries, sometimes a team gets a little full of themselves, sometimes a team's veteran leadership doesn't return to the team and instead opts to spend a year spouting trite, meaningless cliches on NBC.

So which of this year's XLI participants is more likely to slip next year?

I don't think it's going to be the Colts ... mainly because they've been so good for so long. I'm not saying they'll win the Super Bowl next year, but unless Jim Sorgi decides to kidnap and murder Peyton Manning, it's hard to imagine that the Colts won win 10+ games next year.

As MDS went over earlier today, they're not likely to have a ton of roster turnover. They're not an old team at the key positions (Marvin Harrison doesn't age like normal human beings, and Peyton Manning has never had any use for athleticism), so that shouldn't hurt them. The one thing I see derailing them could be the departure of Tony Dungy, but it's my guess that he'll be back.

So that leaves the Bears, and there's no reason to believe that their defense won't maintain, or even improve, they will have some other issues to deal with.

They've got to hope that Ron Rivera doesn't get the Cowboys job. If he does, that could set the defense back a little bit, having to adjust to a new coaches strategies and philosophies.

And then, of course, there's the quarterback position. It's all anyone wants to talk about ... if they replace Rex Grossman, there will be a ton of pressure on the new guy (and there really isn't much out there on the free agent market), and if they don't ... well, I don't know if Rex Grossman, or anyone, could take an entire offseason of questions like, "Hey Rex, why do you suck so bad?"

Lovie Smith's got a lot of work to do in the off-season to make sure the Bears can even get back to the level where they are right now.

I read this article (which is about absolutely nothing) that mentioned the great champion glove salesman Dan Marino watching Peyton Manning's practice today ... I couldn't help but wonder if maybe some deep, dark part of Dan Marino hopes that Peyton Manning never wins a Super Bowl.

Marino, as you're aware, is one of the greatest quarterbacks of all-time, but never won a Super Bowl. I'm sure this time of year is miserable for him. The pity-filled looks from strangers, the mocking he suspects going on behind his back ... Dan Marino probably spends much of late January very unhappy.

And misery loves company. I think Marino is probably a class guy and wishes Peyton the best ... but you know, it wouldn't take much spitefulness for Marino to hope that Peyton joins him in his sorrowful club, or even takes his place. Hell, I'd do it.

Anyway, check out this clip. I think it's relevant to the question here.



Marino quickly interjects the "what?" and then tries to laugh it off ... and Shannon Sharpe puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. Even Sharpe knew that what Esiason just did was messed up. And credit Marino for trying to laugh it off ... but check out the poison-dipped ninja stars shooting from his eyeballs at the very end of that clip.

And I love Gumbel through the whole thing. At first, he looks on emotionlessly, like, "God, I hope they don't start fighting," and then, feeling Marino's hatred, quickly moves the conversation in another direction.

This is Part II of a multi-part series examining the Chiefs' failures on Saturday against the Colts. We previously discussed the media's role in the Chiefs' loss.

Eddie Kennison, Samie Parker, and Jordan Black owe Trent Green a Rolex. It seems that the fans and media are so intent on blaming Green for Saturday's loss to the Colts that they are completely ignoring the three players that were easily the biggest goats of Saturday's football game. It was not about Trent Green. It was not about Damon Huard. Plain and simple: Trent Green was kept from doing his job because his teammates didn't do theirs.

I know everyone wants to blame the quarterback for the Chiefs' offensive failures on Saturday. The Chiefs didn't get a first down in an entire half of play. Of course, that's pathetic. Of course, the first person to blame for these problems is the quarterback. But you have to look past pure numbers and look at the facts behind the figures. What I saw was not poor play by the quarterback; rather, I witnessed what might have been the absolute worst performance by a wide receiver corps in NFL playoff history. On the rare occasion that the Chiefs chose to pass in the first half, Green threw the ball in the right spot and the receivers dropped it. I'm not talking about tough passes that were dropped; I'm talking about easy catches that, as Madden would probably say, doinked off his receivers.

What are you supposed to do when you run 8 first-half pass plays and half of them go for drops? Is it the quarterback's fault if half of his third down passes went into his receivers' hands or between their numbers, then were dropped? Is it the quarterback's fault if, on two 3rd down pass plays in the first half, the linemen completely failed on him (Jordan Black let Freeney come in untouched for one third down sack, and Brian Waters was so far back after another snap that Green tripped over his feet). Even his interception in the second half should be blamed on atrocious blocking by the offensive line that got their quarterback clobbered in mid-throw.