Perhaps it's just my nostalgia for ancient times, but it seems to me that way back when, in the 1900s, there were more "Games of the Century" than nowadays. In that antiquity, hardly a year went by when we didn't have a Game of the Century. I don't think, though, that we've yet had a Game of the Century in the twenty-first century, so it's certainly good to finally have one.
That, of course, will be when Titans Clash! -- yes, Titans Clash, exclamation point -- late this Sunday afternoon in the exalted persons of the New England Patriots and Indianapolis Colts. What makes the Colts-Patriots juggernaut collision even more outstanding is that it comes at a time when we are so utterly awash in sport.
I know this is hard to believe but once upon a time, early November was pretty much the exclusive province of football. But now this time of year is an absolute glut of athletic offerings. On Wall Street there is something called the "triple witching hour," which occurs four times a year when certain options and futures you don't want to know about all do peculiar things at the same time. Well, right now, sports fans are living through the quadruple witching hour of sport, when all four major American athletic planets are aligned. The NFL is in full swing. The NHL has been underway for a month. The NBA opened last night, and the baseball World Series was prepared to last 'til Thursday had the poor Rockies even remotely approached the standard of the American League.
Other sports that used to have the good sense to fold their tents before the leaves changed colors, now refuse to go away 'til Santa closes the toy shop. Horse racing just had it's climactic Breeders Cup Saturday so that all the winners could say goodbye to the fans and go to the breeding shed. NASCAR, so far as I can tell, never ends. But at least all NASCAR is doing is using up tires. Tennis players are flesh and blood. As the men's and women's tours reach toward Christmas, the poor players are falling like it was Gallipolli. The PGA would schedule a tournament on New Year's Eve in Tibet if
Can't we put the off back in offseason? Please.
Anyway, that there could actually be a game that could arise all above this autumnal cacophony is amazing, but the Colts, the defending champions, and the Patriots, the once and future dynasty, are not only both undefeated, but clearly in a universe apart. Moreover, their two coaches are the yin and yang, the alpha and omega, the black and white.
And for all the inside blather about how defense wins games and special teams matter more than you could possibly imagine, quarterback is still the football cynosure, and the best two, by far,