Dear Peyton,

Congratulations. Tonight you played in the AFC championship game, and you won. You overcame an 18 point deficit (and some early mistakes) to lead your team to victory, and get the opportunity to play in Miami for the World Championship (not exactly right, seeing as only the NFL is included in the competition, but oh well). Perhaps the best thing about this evening, Peyton, was watching you as you sat on the sideline, head bowed, unable to watch as your friend(?) Tom Brady drove down the field, looking like the hot, Super Bowl winning QB he is. We all knew it was over. We knew you were going to lose once again. Suddenly, when that interception was thrown, you leapt up from that bench and sprinted onto the field with a smile that vaguely resembled my brother Adam artifically inseminating his first sow (that's a big smile). What a feeling. Peyton, my prayer for you is this...You have one game left. It's the Super Bowl. Please win. Because if I have to watch another season of football and hear one more comment about your inability to win the big game, the proverbial "monkey" on your back, I will personally stop rooting for you. In fact, I will openly root against you. I don't want it to come to this, Peyton. You seem like a great guy. You're mildly funny in that Sprint commercial. Please win. For all our sakes.
-AP

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