From afar, more than one thing has always fascinated me about Peyton Manning.
His accuracy. Like death and taxes, his 12-13 wins per season. His comedic timing on commercials.
Here’s another one: his passes wobble. Arguably the greatest quarterback of a generation, and his passes wobble. Not like a Tebow wobble (Tebowobble?), but there’s a wobble. There’s always been a wobble. Always.
For some reason, folks worry about a wobble. They obsess over a wobble. If there’s a wobble, there’s not a way.
Me? I’d say the more pertinent information would be the 461 touchdowns, 62,052 yards, 123.3 QB rating (this season), 96.7 QB rating (career), even the 9-11 playoff record.
You know, things that matter, not wobble.
The wobble was all the worry in the Broncos loss to the Colts on Sunday night. The wobble was so bad, Manning only threw for 386 yards, three touchdowns and one interception (when Manning was crunched as he threw).
For most guys, that’s a career night. For Manning, the wobble became the worry.
Today at Dove Valley, Manning is not practicing. He’s here, all right, but wearing sweats, not pads, as his teammates go through their usual Wednesday routine. Our friend Jeff Legwold reports a minor ankle injury.
“It’s nothing serious,” Broncos coach John Fox said a few minutes ago. “He’s just sore.”
Is this a worry? I don’t think so. Not yet, anyway. The worry, to me, is his offensive line.
Is the wobble a worry? Not if you’ve watched his previous 14 seasons in the NFL.
Somehow, Manning has wobbled all the way into the conversation, at least, of greatest ever.