We just watched a whole weekend of stunners, and one all-time no brainer. Conor McGregor tapped out. Holly Holm tapped out. The Warriors were blown out. And now, Peyton Manning is bowing out.
Pretty fitting for Peyton that he spent his final Sunday as an NFL player surveying the field and making the right call. But deciding to retire was also his career’s easiest call.
This wasn’t a hidden coverage or a well disguised blitz that needed the entire play clock and 50 Omaha’s to decipher. This decision was all 3 linebackers up in the gaps, the corners coming off the edge and the safeties all the way up on the line. Get the hell out of there, Pinkie, it’s go time.
Speculation was, he wanted to keep playing. I get that. You do have to rip the jersey off the back of most players. Especially the very best.
But again, the thing that made him the best, was his unbelievable preparation and ability, and to see things before they happened. And that’s what he did here. He took what the defense gave him, which was nothing at all. Retirement wasn’t only his best option, it really was his only option.
He’s shot physically. He gets to go out on top with his second ring, a ring he really had nothing to do with. The Broncos don’t want him back. And no one, anywhere, his family included, wants to see him bouncing around from team to team at the end of his career.
And the last thing this guy wants to do is come back and have to continually address the report that he loaded up on HGH and deal with accusations of that incident involving him and an assistant trainer some 20 plus years ago.
I can think of a few dozen reasons why he would retire but not even one good one to come back. Of course he’s retiring.
The question isn’t why, but what took him so long to announce it. The Football Gods gifted him with a great defense, a Hollywood walk-off… And to audible out of that for one more season of collecting checks and throwing ducks would have been one of the worst decisions ever. Riding off into the Sunset is a much better look than standing around on the sideline or getting carried off on a stretcher.
Easy call. And the right call. This bud’s for you, Mallard.
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