Colt McCoy Feels Kurt Warner’s Pain

First off, last night’s Super Bowl was simply amazing. It was the kind of game that us football fans pine for as a send off to a brutally long off-season. Though I was rooting for the Cardinals, major props to the Steelers on the win.

Especially to former Longhorn great, and current Pittsburgh nose tackle, Casey Hampton on winning his second ring. I actually met Mr. Hampton on Sixth Street a few years ago.

He was a mountain of a man then, and from the looks of it, he’s still growing (below).

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If only the NFL could find me a helmet that fit…

Secondly, I’m fully aware that the college game is nothing like the pro game. There is much more (seemingly) at stake in the NFL than there is in college football, even at its highest level. So let that be established, that the NFL is vastly different than NCAA football.

This contrast is increased when one compares a regular season game (even if it’s between the #1 team and the #6 team) with the freakin’ Super Bowl, which I’m about to do.

For me, last night’s game picked a slowly-healing scab. Why?

Because I know how Arizona Cardinal fan felt at the end of the game.

I felt the same way last November 1st, when Colt McCoy drove the Longhorns the length of the field on a drive that culminated on a seemingly game-clinching touchdown against Texas Tech. Only to have the opposing QB and WR (Graham Harrell and Michael Crabtree, respectively) make an eye-popping play to steal the win.

The loss cost the Longhorn a shot at the national title and will long fester in the soul of Longhorn Nation. Yes, it was not the Super Bowl but that doesn’t lessen the ‘pain’.

Last night, QB Kurt Warner seemingly led his Arizona Cardinals on a seemingly game-winning drive, ending in WR Larry Fitzgerald’s clutch 64-yard TD reception.

However, as in the Texas game, there was just enough time left on the clock to allow the opposing team to craft a dramatic game-clinching drive (Roethlisberger playing Harrell to Santonio Holmes’ Crabtree).

Here is a shot of Kurt Warner after the game, the agony on his face is manifest:

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Brother Colt feels my pain

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The Rant of an NFL Orphan

The NFL season is just around the corner and for many pro football aficionados it is a joyous occasion, it’s hard for this football fan to get too excited. Why?

I grew up in Houston and rooted passionately for the Oilers until Bud Adams uprooted them in 1996 and relocated the team to Tennessee. After my 4 years at Texas, the source of my football jones became my Longhorns.

Yes, the NFL came back to Houston in ’02 in the form of the Texans but it isn’t the same. It’s hard to have loyalty for a team which was founded during one’s adult years.

I certainly don’t wish the team ill, but it is difficult for me to get behind this team despite the seemingly faux enthusiasm of the “longtime” Texans fans here.

It’s blasphemous to say in this Texans’ town but it is far easier to root for the former Oilers, the Tennessee Titans. Especially since they have noted UT legend Vince Young.

As an NFL Orphan this is what I’m reduced to, cheering for individual players. For example Kurt Warner (Arizona Cardinals) for his character and unwavering faith, Tom Brady (New England) for his on-the-field greatness, Peyton Manning (Colts) for his dedication to his craft, Maurice Jones-Drew (Jaguars) for playing against the odds.

It’s almost like I’m reduced to a variant of Visa’s lame Olympics motto: Go World!