Reg-gie! Reg-gie!

Hey folks!  Sorry again for the delay.  I've got a lot to cover this week, but let's start with first things first...

"The Team of Destiny"

Oh, New York media, how I've missed thee.  It feels like an eternity since you demonized Miller Time and called my Pacers a group of hicks.  Now I have to deal with your spin machine again and, truth be told, I kind of missed it.  Where would we be, after all, if Tim Donaghy wasn't rigging games and Spike Lee wasn't tripping the Blue and Gold as they ran down the court?

Ah, the memories are rushing back.  Hicks Beat Knicks.  Buzzer beaters, 8 points in 8.9 seconds.  And at the center, just like last time, is an overly zealous, vocal punk.  Spike Who?  No, Mr. Rex Ryan.  The same Rex Ryan who declared midway through the season that his team was out of the playoffs is now in the AFC Championship and has declared his team the "Team of Destiny."  He has already handed out Super Bowl Itineraries to all of his players and likely has his swimming trunks packed for a relaxing trip to Miami.  I'm just hoping he also bought himself a ticket to the game, or he won't be getting in.

Let's take a second to recall exactly why the Jets made the playoffs to begin with...

The Colts FOLDED.

I was there.  I watched our team play only half of our defensive starters and later pull our entire offense minus a few key linemen.  Before Curtis Painter was inserted for Manning, we were up by five.

Wait, what?

The Colts, even without their most essential defensive players, were beating the Jets by FIVE.

The Jets didn't score an offensive touchdown until we pulled all our starters.  If not for a miracle special teams touchdown, the Jets may not be in the playoffs today.

So, Rex, you feeling lucky?  Do you seriously think that your team, which could barely beat our second string when we had nothing to play for and you were fighting for your lives, is good enough to even play a competitive game with the greatest quarterback to ever play the game?

Say what you want about "destiny" and "david versus goliath" because in the end, your team is here because Caldwell WANTS them here.  This entire city and organization knows that you aren't any match for us.  Nice game last week against a Chargers' team that has never made any noise in the postseason when playing a quarterback not named "Manning," but you have to internalize one thing.

Just like 2000, The Big Apple will be turned into Big Applesauce by the one greatest city in the world.

Empire State?  Try Hoosier State.

The only difference between the Colts of today and the Pacers of the 90's is the Colts have learned from Reggie's mistakes.  We're not going to provoke the New York Post, Spike Lee, or any other New Yorker, because they'll be spinning the game all week, and they'll have a great time writing their columns about "The Team of Destiny" when they're on the plane back to East Rutherford.

More to come later today about the Hoosiers.  Spoiler Up!