Knights of Andreas 3.13: Third Round Knockout

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Knights of Andreas

Part III

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Chapter Thirty-Nine – Third Round Knockout

 

The plane ride back to Los Angeles is always much more enjoyable after a victory, but the flight from Boston is the best yet. After takeoff, players excitedly move around the plane, reliving memorable plays just a few hours old.

 

Maverick and Johnson try to convince everyone that the game-winning touchdown pass really was a non-verbal hot route. Grantzinger, in an unprecedented move, thanks Brock for bailing him out when he lost Amendola in coverage on that crucial fourth quarter red zone stop. Randall and Flash relive the horrors of covering Gronkowski (“Piece of cake,” Rose says.). And everyone looks forward to the weather in Los Angeles, where it is definitely not snowing.

 

The victory over New England is one players will remember for a long time.

 

Harden, meanwhile, enjoys a peaceful ride home. The activity around the plane prevents him from sleeping, and he doesn’t mind. A playoff win in Foxborough is about as prized as it gets in the NFL, and the Knights will gladly take that momentum into next week. At this point, there is no team they will fear. They’ve proven to the league—and to themselves—they can contend with anyone.

 

The seat next to him is occupied by Phillips, who decided at the last moment to fly with the team and not on Schneider’s private jet. He hoped to talk with Harden most of the flight, but he has no problem relaxing, savoring the reality of this dream that somehow hasn’t ended yet. One more loss somewhere on the schedule, or one more win by the Chiefs down the stretch, and the Knights wouldn’t have made the playoffs at all. But here they are.

 

What happened to the team that lost its composure in the final minutes of a loss to the Chargers? What happened to the defense that gave up six passing touchdowns to Nick Foles? What happened to the quarterback who openly cursed out his offensive coordinator?

 

Phillips can only think of Harden’s words after the Chiefs game in December, when the Knights were 8-6.

 

“We’re not losing. That’s it. Not this team. Not this year. We’re not losing another game.”

 

 

 

A few minutes after 1pm, the MedComm Center auditorium is set up for viewing. The Knights coaching staff, along with a few players, watches the final minutes of San Francisco’s 23-10 win in Carolina (setting up a 49ers/Seahawks NFC Championship Game), then waits for the Colts and Broncos to kick off. By 4:40, about half the team has assembled, including most of the starters.

 

The game goes back and forth, a duel between evenly matched teams centered on two premiere quarterbacks. The Broncos take a 14-10 lead into halftime, during which players start debating which team they’d rather face. Offensive players are split, while most of the defense (including its head coach) would prefer another chance to play Peyton Manning.

 

A quick Denver touchdown makes it 21-10, and it appears the Broncos will run away with the game, but Andrew Luck responds early in the 4th quarter, narrowing the score to 21-17. The Broncos add a field goal to make it 24-17, and Luck gets the ball back with four minutes left.

 

The Colts get a few first downs, and it looks like a classic playoff drive in the making, but Luck overthrows a receiver, and the ball is intercepted. The Broncos run off what is left of the clock, and the Knights/Broncos AFC Championship Game is set.

 

 

 

Two days later, the entire football team kneels around its head coach on the practice field, eager to prepare for a familiar opponent.

 

“I’m gonna be honest with you all,” Harden says. “I think we got lucky. We get our third chance at a team we know very well. But they know us well. Do not forget that. Never underestimate your opponent.”

 

Players nod in agreement, both contests against Denver still fresh in their minds. Round one, week 3: both teams played a back-and-forth game on Monday Night Football, but a fourth quarter interception by Maverick sealed defeat, and the Broncos won, 23-18. Round two, week 17: with Denver resting its starters, the Knights came out flat and fell behind, but pulled away in the second half to win, 30-13.

 

“We made our push late this year,” Harden continues. “And I know a lot of us feel—myself included—that if we could do the whole thing over again, we could be a hell of a lot better. I know you all want to prove we’re more than just a wild-card team. I know you want to prove that we’re the best team in this division. Well, guess what? This is our chance.”

 

 

 

Over 76,000 fans get on their feet and scream on an uncharacteristically warm January day in Denver, with clear skies and temperatures in the low 60’s, as the road team takes the field for the first plays of the 2014 AFC Championship Game.

 

The Knights open with balance. Coach Everett isn’t going to emphasize the run game when he’s got Maverick, a quarterback who announced his presence to the league last week. Denver has to respect his ability, and he intends to show everyone why.

 

Jameson and Jaxson find little room to work with in the box, limited to three- or four-yard runs. Maverick completes a few passes to Bishop and Watson, but the drive stalls near midfield.

 

Out comes Peyton Manning, the 37-year-old quarterback whose record-shattering season ended with 55 passing touchdowns and over 5,400 yards. Some say it was the greatest regular season performance by a quarterback in NFL history, and Manning is the heavy favorite to win MVP.

 

Harden watches carefully as the Broncos come out firing, with Manning hitting receivers quickly, especially those quick sideline routes he loves. It’s New England all over, with Manning moving the chains by himself one short pass at a time. Julius Thomas for four yards. Eric Decker for five. Wes Welker for four. Decker for six.

 

Manning drops back and waits, no pressure in front of him. He fires over the middle and hits Decker for sixteen yards and a first down near midfield. It appears Manning intends to take advantage of Marshall covering Decker. That’s a matchup Harden doesn’t like, but there’s little he can do about it other than have Flash double him on certain plays, provided Rose doesn’t need any help with Demaryius Thomas (which is unlikely).

 

Near midfield, the Broncos finally run the ball. Knowshon Moreno takes a carry up the middle, and Anthrax breaks through, stuffing Moreno for no gain. Manning looks for Julius Thomas on the next play and finds him for nine yards, tackled by Randall, who has the tough task of covering the tight end today. After dealing with Gronkowski last week, however, the assignment doesn’t scare him.

 

Third and one. Manning takes the snap in shotgun and hands off to Moreno. Anthrax gets around Manuel Ramirez and crushes the running back for a two-yard loss.

 

Coach Harden praises his nose tackle on the sidelines, knowing this is a totally different match if Denver has no run game.

 

After the commercial break, the Knights retake the field and promptly go three and out, with Maverick forced to throw the ball away twice. On the sidelines, Everett quickly identifies a problem: no receptions by his top two receivers. Pictures from the previous series reveal the reason: Dominique Rodgers-Cromartie and Chris Harris are blanketing the Knights’ receivers in coverage.

 

Everett gathers his receivers together on the bench. “D-Jam! Alex! What’s going on, guys?” he says.

 

“They’re doing their jobs, coach,” Maverick says, walking over to interject. “I just think it’s too soon to throw into tight coverage.”

 

“Was I talking to you, Mav?” Maverick looks livid for half a second before walking away. “Okay. Now, want to explain yourselves?”

 

Wilkes and Johnson look at each other, then back up at their offensive coordinator.

 

“Man, I’m getting interfered with on every play,” Wilkes says. “DRC is dirty, dude.”

 

“Harris is good,” Johnson says. “I can beat him, but not by much. And I agree with Mav, it’s too soon—”

 

“I didn’t ask you what Mav thinks, I asked you what you think. I don’t care how good Denver’s corners are. Get open.”

 

Everett walks away, ignoring the continuing protests of Wilkes behind his back.

 

 

 

With field position sliding towards Denver as the first quarter winds down, the Broncos eventually start a drive near midfield, and Manning lobs a sideline pass for Decker that puts them in field goal range. The Knights tighten up, still suffocating the running game thanks mostly to Anthrax, and bring up fourth down. Matt Prater kicks the forty-yarder right down the middle, and it’s 3-0, Broncos, after one quarter.

 

Frustration continues on offense. Without a stable running game, Maverick struggles to carry the offense. Wilkes and Johnson are still bottled up on most plays, and Von Miller has nearly sacked him several times. He eventually throws to Wilkes on a hitch, partially for the sake of it, and Wilkes catches a pass that Rodgers-Cromartie nearly intercepts. The drive, however, ends a few plays later.

 

The defensive battle that was supposed to be an offensive showcase goes on. Denver’s offense looks more impressive, though, with the Knights offense more stagnant than it has been in months.

 

After Randall swats away a pass intended for Julius Thomas, the Broncos send out the punt team. On the sideline, Everett preps his offense.

 

“It’s time to wake up, people!” he says. “No more bullshit. We’re gonna execute on this drive, and we’re—”

 

Everett pauses, noticing commotion around him. The same players he was addressing rise, eyes on the stadium’s video screen. Everett turns to the field and sees Jaxson, who jukes the punter and runs free into the end zone for the game’s first touchdown. The Knights’ sideline celebrates a much-needed break.

 

Jaxson catches his breath and enjoys praise on the sideline, with Coach Everett eventually wrapping his arm around him.

 

“Remember in training camp when I said I wanted you to return more punts this year?”

 

Too tired to say anything back, Jaxson smiles, and they both laugh as the extra point goes through. 7-3, Knights.

 

 

 

The offense finds itself on the bench after another unproductive drive. Maverick and Wilkes sit next to each other, both looking miserable. They’ve already seen all the pictures and gone over all the plays; the offense simply has no answers right now.

 

“You gotta call the plays, Mav,” Wilkes says.

 

“What?”

 

“You gotta call the plays! Everett’s yelling at us, but he ain’t doing shit. He just keeps calling stupid routes. Out, in, out, in, hitch. I’m not gonna get open unless you do it.”

 

“We’re not going through this again, D-Jam.”

 

“We got to! If we want to win.”

 

“If you think you should be running different routes, go tell him.”

 

“Nah man, you tell him.”

 

“I have to do all your shit for you now?”

 

A rise in crowd noise halts the banter as Manning takes his first deep shot of the day, looking for Demaryius Thomas. Rose is right on him, though, and he tips the pass out of bounds as both jump for it. Rose waves his finger at Thomas, drawing boos from the crowd and verbal retaliation from the Broncos’ sideline.

 

An official runs up to Harden as the punt teams take the field. “Let’s ease up on the trash, okay, coach?”

 

“Excuse me?” Harden says. “Trash? Please. That’s making a play on the ball, nothing more.” Rose walks by and takes his helmet off, looking at his head coach. “Malik, next time wave your middle finger.”

 

 

 

Maverick lines up under center, the crowd noise blaring behind him, much too close as the Knights are backed up on their own five-yard line. Studying the defense, Maverick notices Wilkes trying, conspicuously, to get his attention. The play call has him running an out, which Rodgers-Cromartie will surely cover. There’s no sign of a blitz, so there’s probably coverage over the top.

 

Fine, D-Jam. We’ll try it your way. Maverick uses hand signals to adjust the routes, making Wilkes run deep with Watson on a deep post. This route combination has been a go-to play for the Knights, and Maverick isn’t sure why Everett hasn’t used it yet. Maybe he intends to save it for the second half, but with no offense to speak of, it’s time to spice it up.

 

He takes the snap and drops back. Bishop breaks open for a second, but Maverick hesitates, and he’s covered. He looks deep, and the safeties aren’t following Wilkes. He rushes the throw just as an orange jersey hammers him to the grass. Wilkes dives for it, but the off-target pass hits the ground.

 

Second and ten. Maverick fakes a handoff to Jameson and hits Bishop on a quick slant. He’s tackled instantly, two yards shy of a first down.

 

Third and two. The crowd gets loud yet again as the Knights line up in a bunch formation. Maverick hands off to Jameson, who barely reaches the line of scrimmage before a mob of orange jerseys wrestles him backwards.

 

All five offensive linemen sulk back to the sideline, and Penner doesn’t wait for the O-line coach to show up.

 

“We’re not doing our jobs!” he says. “Like coach said, that’s enough bullshit. We need to come together right now. Stop letting these pricks walk all over us. Next drive, go out there and stick ‘em in the mouth!”

 

The four linemen nod as they drink water and catch their breath. Penner has been doing his job, of course, but Denver’s run defense is the best they have faced in a while, and right now, Los Angeles is losing the battle.

 

Grodd eagerly waits for pictures to analyze the last few plays. He has been responsible for a few failed run attempts, but more because of missed assignments than him simply getting beat.

 

 

 

A good punt return gives Denver excellent field position to start the drive. Manning hits Welker over the middle for five yards, then hands off to Moreno. He surges through an opening, cuts left, and Randall barely brings him down seven yards later.

 

After he calls the next play, Harden barks into his headset to his colleagues upstairs. “What the hell happened there?”

 

“They doubled Jones on that one, coach,” a voice says.

 

Harden’s worries are erased. If Anthrax is going to command double teams on running plays, that’s good news.

 

A few plays later, Denver doubles him again, Moreno gets five yards, and Harden adds some commentary when he radios the play to Randall’s helmet: “Get aggressive against the run. They’re doubling Anthrax.”

 

Already in field goal range, the Broncos line up with five wide receivers, an apparent mismatch. Randall doesn’t need Harden to tell him what to do. He calls an adjustment: all-out blitz, hands up.

 

Manning takes the snap, and a mob of white jerseys converges on him. He fires to his right. Grantzinger tips the ball into the air, and Martin catches it. Orange jerseys swarm him and bring him down, but he hangs on, and the Knights take over with 2:10 to go in the first half.

 

Maverick trots onto the field, ready for another two-minute drill, last week still fresh in his mind. He tries to get everyone fired up in the huddle, to an extent; it’s only the second quarter.

 

“Alex, D-Jam, this drive is gonna be on you guys. Let’s hit ‘em for some big throws, make them think things over during the half.”

 

Seventy-five yards from the end zone, Maverick drops back to pass. Wilkes—covered. Bishop—open. He fires over the middle and gets five yards. The clock reaches the two-minute warning.

 

After pass rush forces an incompletion, Maverick looks for Johnson on third down, running a post-corner. He drops back, waits for Johnson to break on the post, and throws it up. But Johnson keeps running toward the middle of the field, leaving Harris all alone near the sideline. He leaps and makes a spectacular grab, planting both toes onto the grass before hitting the ground. The nearby officials discuss for a moment, then signal a catch. First down, Broncos, just outside field goal range.

 

Maverick keeps to himself on the long walk back to the bench, not bothering to discuss the miscommunication with Johnson, and he hopes Everett doesn’t show up with pictures right away. At this point, they can talk about it at halftime. He notices, however, a delay in Denver taking over.

 

“Los Angeles is challenging the ruling on the field,” says the referee, his voice carrying throughout the stadium.

 

Even if the call is overturned, the Knights are still punting, but it would be a huge shift in field position. During the review, everyone looks up at the video screen for multiple angles of Harris’ catch. His right foot comes down in pounds, conclusively, but it sure looks like his left foot is out of bounds by half an inch. There isn’t a definitive angle, but the Knights sideline thinks they’ve got this one.

 

Three minutes later, referee Tony Corrente walks back onto the field to deliver the verdict.

 

“After reviewing the play, the defender maintained possession of the ball, but his left foot came down out of bounds…”

 

Thank God. The reaction around Maverick blocks out the rest of the referee’s explanation, and he doesn’t care.

 

 

 

“Rest up, men,” Harden says to his team in the locker room. “We’re fighting hard but only halfway there.” He limits his comments to that, in a difficult spot. He’s proud as hell of his defense for their effort and execution in the first half, holding Denver to only three points. The offense, on the other hand, has been abysmal. As a head coach, he takes responsibility for that, but what can he do? Everett runs the offense. Situations like this make Harden wish he were still a defensive coordinator.

 

Everett and the offensive coaches furiously scan pictures and go through the playbook, desperate to find a button to push.

 

“Let me say this,” Everett says to his assistants, “we’re not going one-dimensional. I know the run game isn’t working, but we’re sticking with it.”

 

Not far away, Maverick drinks water by his locker, savoring the rest. He sees Wilkes approaching and frowns.

 

“Not now, D-Jam. Jesus.”

 

“What?”

 

“How many fucking times—”

 

“Do you want to win?”

 

“Could you have asked me a dumber question?”

 

“You know I’m right, don’t you?”

 

Maverick looks up at his receiver, trying not to give anything away. The staring contest continues until Maverick stands up and heads for the coaches’ room.

 

 

 

Maverick lines up in shotgun and studies the defense as fans raise the noise level. This could be the most uncomfortable he’s ever been starting a second half with the lead.

 

He takes the snap and watches Von Miller, who gets doubled by Khalif Barnes and Bishop. Once he’s contained, Maverick rolls to his right, looks downfield, and fires. Wilkes breaks open, dives, and catches it, coming down for an eighteen-yard gain, the Knights’ biggest offensive play so far.

 

Jameson takes a carry off-tackle left, hits the hole, and plunges forward for a five-yard gain. Coach Everett excitedly calls the next play, thrilled with the start of the drive so far.

 

Maverick fakes a handoff and drops back, hoping for a clean pocket, but Miller comes free on the rush. He fakes a quick pass and makes Miller jump. Stepping up for more time, he spots Watson downfield. Got it. He fires deep and gets hit from behind. Watson sprints past Mike Adams but has to slow down for the pass. He catches it and accelerates for one last burst that avoids Adams’ diving attempt. He runs through the end zone, and the crowd is silenced. 14-3, Knights.

 

“There we go!” Everett says on the sideline, clapping. “There we go! That’ll get ‘em spaced out a bit. Now we can execute like we want to.”

 

 

 

Manning hits Julius Thomas over the middle. Martin brings him down immediately, but he has enough for the first down. Denver lines up in shotgun again, accelerating the pace. Harden is surprised they didn’t hurry things sooner.

 

Grantzinger and Brock blitz. Facing pressure, Manning steps up and fires over the middle. Randall reads the play, cuts across the field, and catches it. He runs forward, seeing blocking in front of him, but someone trips him up from behind. The Knights still have the ball, and they’re already on the edge of field goal range.

 

Maverick goes to his quick reads, hitting Bishop and Watson for a first down. After a screen to Jaxson gets twelve yards, the Knights are in the red zone.

 

Maverick drops back with a blitz coming. He throws it up for Wilkes in single coverage. Wilkes fights with Rodgers-Cromartie for leverage, crosses the goal line, and leaps for the ball. He catches it, Rodgers-Cromartie shoves him, and he plants his two feet onto the ground. He comes up with the ball, clearly maintaining possession, but unsure where his feet came down. Before he can inspect the grass, the two nearby officials come to a consensus: two feet in bounds, touchdown.

 

The Denver crowd starts booing. Though some want a challenge, replay makes it clear the refs got it right, and the extra point makes it 21-3, Knights, with 8:52 to go in the third quarter.

 

 

 

Harden watches Manning throw one pass after another, increasingly frustrated but still content. Thanks to Anthrax’s breakout performance and the offense’s hot start to the half, Denver has abandoned the run game and become one-dimensional. He happily calls more blitzes, eager for a sack or interception.

 

Second and five from midfield, 6:27 left in the third quarter. Manning takes the snap. Three linebackers blitz, Grantzinger the exception. Under immediate pressure, Manning throws it up for Welker. He’s open, but Flash comes from out of nowhere, snatches the ball, and takes off. In a blur, he’s past the orange jerseys and running free to the end zone.

 

Harden cracks his first smile of the day, astounded at both Flash’s incredible interception and the lopsided score. The reality of everything hits, fueling an uncharacteristically energetic celebration on the sideline. 28-3, Knights.

 

 

 

Broncos ball, third and goal from the ten, 2:23 to go in the third quarter. Everyone in the stadium knows it’s four-down territory, including Harden, who calls a relatively passive play.

 

Manning drops back. Brock and Grantzinger blitz. The secondary has everything covered. Luck almost breaks through on a stunt, pushing Manning back. Grantzinger, being blatantly held, gets a hand on Manning’s jersey. The quarterback tries to roll right, but Brock finishes the job, bringing him down on the twenty.

 

The stadium fills with boos as Brock and Grantzinger celebrate together, and the boos get louder when Denver’s field goal unit comes onto the field.

 

The energy on the Knights’ sideline doesn’t fade, even as Prater’s kick splits the uprights. 28-6, Knights.

 

 

 

Everett calls the plays and admires his offense at work. Finally, they put together a solid, consistent drive. The running game is still underachieving, but Maverick finds an open receiver on almost every play. He gets Johnson and Wilkes a few catches, though he still has to thread incredibly tight needles to do so.

 

The drive ends the third quarter and shaves a few minutes off the fourth. After a nine-yard catch by Johnson puts them in the red zone, Maverick drops back for first and ten.

 

Denver sends a three-man rush, leaving Maverick an eternity in the pocket. He scans the field from left to right—nothing. He pumps, steps up—nothing. He signals to Jaxson, who runs out of the backfield toward the flat. He pumps again, and a few defenders move toward Jaxson, creating an opening over the middle. Maverick fires through it, and standing at the goal line is Bishop. The pass hits him in the chest, and he falls backward into the end zone without being touched. 35-6, Knights.

 

“Not bad, eh, coach?” Everett says once the sideline frenzy calms down.

 

“Not bad?” Harden says. “It’s a goddamn massacre. Someone tell the refs to start counting to ten.”

 

 

 

The blowout continues. Denver’s next possession gets one first down before stalling, though the Knights are unable to force a turnover. (Manning does hit Brock in the back with an errant pass, and Harden lays into him for not having his head turned.)

 

The Knights take over, finally able to emphasize the run game. It still seems futile until Jaxson takes a harmless carry up the middle, finds a seam, cuts toward the sideline to avoid defenders, cuts back upfield, and runs free for a sixty-four-yard touchdown. He performs an elaborate dance routine in the end zone that officials deem worthy of a personal foul.

 

As the extra point unit comes on for the sixth time, the Knights’ running backs coach walks up to Harden. “Want me to set him straight for that, coach?”

 

Harden shakes his head. “Oh, who gives a flying fuck? It’s over.”

 

And it is. The extra point makes it 42-6, Knights, and the Broncos are not scoring five touchdowns in nine minutes.

 

Denver does reach the end zone eventually. Harden plays cover two, and with Flash and Stevenson playing deep, Manning eats up short and intermediate routes over the middle, reaching the end zone but using a lot of clock. After the touchdown, the Broncos don’t bother with an onside kick.

 

The Knights try to run out the clock with the score 42-13, and while the energy would normally die down due to lack of excitement, the players slowly realize they’re about to be crowned American Football Conference champions, and anticipation builds.

 

The final seconds tick off the clock. One last Jameson run for a first down seals it with less than thirty seconds to go, and it’s over. Harden takes off his headset, ready to hand it off and meet Fox on the field.

 

He sees it at the last second. The bright orange container comes straight for him. He ducks, and the cold liquid splashes all over his back. He hears players scream around him but identifies the two main culprits: Luck and Randall. His shirt sticks to his skin courtesy of the yellow liquid; they didn’t even have the courtesy to use water. He makes a mental note for later, smiles, and heads to midfield.

 

The congregation of players, coaches, security, staff, cameramen, and other personnel nearly takes up the entire field. Eventually, everyone is cleared from the center of the grass and a stage goes up. Players and coaches have been briefed on protocols for the ceremony and act accordingly, staying close to the stage and gladly accepting the white hats being passed around that bear their team’s logo and say, “Los Angeles Knights, 2013-14 AFC Champions.”

 

Phillips and Schneider, who look somewhat awkward with their suits and AFC Champion hats, make their way through the crowd, congratulating players along the way. Per his personal policy, Phillips keeps remarks to his players brief, but he eventually finds one comment he repeats: “One more game.”

 

CBS announcer Jim Nantz takes the podium and starts the ceremony with Schneider, Phillips, and Harden on stage with him. He delivers his prepared monologue, then hands the Lamar Hunt Trophy to Schneider.

 

The team owner thanks the fans back in Los Angeles, gives credit to his front office and coaching staff, and hands the trophy to Phillips. He basically repeats Schneider’s comments, thanking the fans and personnel he has around him, and throws in extra praise for Coach Harden and “the tremendous job he’s done in his first year as an NFL head coach.”

 

Phillips hands the trophy off to Harden. After thanking Phillips and Schneider, he first comments on how the Knights still have another game to play. Amongst the crowd of players, “one more game” becomes the refrain, as they enjoy the celebration but start looking ahead to the next two weeks, which will finally decide how their season will end.

 

One more game.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Woohoo, we made the Super Bowl. One chapter left, right?

 

Plot twist: we have two chapters left. One will cover the two weeks building up to the game, and the second will cover the game itself. The "media week" chapter will be published on Friday, the Super Bowl chapter next Sunday. A teaser will be posted for both this Tuesday.

 

 

[Bangy 19]

Don't worry boys need a spark..... I got this with a flash dance to match.

 

Super bowl bound is Cray didn't even expect that. Love the chapter and seeing Manning get bitched. My favourite one.

[Vin+ 3,121]

Well, there it is.

[Sarge+ 3,436]

Wow that was awesome. Having separate chapters for the buildup and the game is a great idea as well. Didn't expect a bonus chapter of sorts.

[Cherry 1,302]

Randall with the media

 

 

 

 

WE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL BITCHES

Edited August 2, 2015 by Chernobyl426

[RazorStar 4,025]

lmao the peyton choke artistry continues.

[theMileHighGuy 656]

 

Let's not act like embarrassing Peypey in the playoffs is some kind of achievement though

[Maverick 791]

Don't worry boys need a spark..... I got this with a flash dance to match.

 

Super bowl bound is Cray didn't even expect that. Love the chapter and seeing Manning get bitched. My favourite one.

 

Negged for using the word 'cray'.

 

Excellent work as always, Steven. Super Bowl bitches!!

[seanbrock 1,684]

We beat Brady in the divisional round and PeyPey in the AFCCG. TGP'ers life with be complete if we get past the hated Seahawks too. It'd be a hell of a road to the Super Bowl. You beat those teams to get your ring and that team is definitely one of the best ever.

[Zack_of_Steel+ 3,014]

Fuck yeah, eat it, Peyton.

 

 

Now that we've beaten the Broncos, I am 100% convinced that we're going to lose the Super Bowl.

[Bangy 19]

Ethier that or it's going to be a 2010 Giants run.

[Favre4Ever+ 4,476]

Great chapter. I honestly think we (it isn't really we as I am not part of this anymore, ha) have to lose the Super Bowl. If we win, it's gonna be tough for future chapters and installments to live up to this. Going on an amazing run to end the season, beating Brady, then Peyton, then arguably the most hated team in the league... I think Stevo would be really hard pressed to top that, ha.

[Maverick 791]

Shut up.