oh, the Colts. i've gotten a fair number of e-mails / phone calls in the past 48 hours from various people offering me their condolences on the defeat of my team by the soul-crushing machine of evil that is the New England Patriots, each expecting that i'm going to be broken up or angry or disappointed. well, i guess i am. but only a little bit. i've managed to take it philosophically. particularly because deep down i recognize this inescapable truth of sports: if your playoff run hinges on the fact that 1 person on your team is playing like a football robot inhabited by the spirit of Jesus, then that person had damn well better be a Jesus-powered football robot in reality. because if he isn't, and for one game he doesn't play like it, you will lose.