Because we like us some football, but we LOVE us some Jesus-praising, sick-kid cheering, handsome gridiron warriors. Especially ones who aren’t afraid to take hits that would leave most mere mortals in long term physical therapy and/or a wheel chair.
All that, and his spinal column contains all its original discs — bam, Peyton.
(Thus ends my first and last sports-related ‘post’ in history. Probably.)