Peyton Manning is going to be released tomorrow by the Indianapolis Colts to make way for Andrew Luck. There’s been rampant speculation from national and local media that the Seattle Seahawks will and should go after Manning.
Last year I was fine with that idea. March 6th, 2012? I’m pretty much against this signing entirely.
Seattle has made a terrible habit of being the retirement home for washed up or aging ex-stars. Without even researching, I will name as many notable instances of this type of deal occurring in multiple sports:
Franco Harris, Jerry Rice, Edgerrin James, John Randle, Ken Griffey Jr. post-Reds, Gaylord Perry, Patrick Ewing, Freddie Ljungberg.
I’m probably missing several others, but you get the point. Edgerrin James is the most recent geriatric to wash up on Seattle shores, and he ran like he had concrete blocks tied to his feet.
Peyton is 36, coming off of multiple neck surgeries with various reports and doctors stating that if he gets hit the wrong way he could face paralysis in the worst case scenario.
I’m not interested in playing this game even with the gigantic waste at QB depth we have with Tarvaris Jackson and Charlie Whitehurst. Now Whitehurst is a FA so he’s gone. Jackson is a certainty to stay so it’s down to getting his backup (unfortunately).
Seattle has to make a gamble at QB if they want to be a contender, but not to this extreme. It’s a gamble on Peyton Manning’s health and it would bring astronomical expectations and national attention on a city that bitches and moans endlessly about the lack of coverage it gets.
Signing Peyton Manning means either he has to learn the art of Darrell Bevell’s dumbass “Run, Run, Pass, Punt” playbook, or Manning is about to create a brand new offense for everyone to learn over the offseason. I don’t think I like that.
So by all means, if you’re going to go to the Redskins or Dolphins, please do Peyton. But let’s not play this silly little game again, shall we?