I'll miss watching Peyton, but welcome Eli to the party. See, the great thing about having the Mannings around is that its like seeing two real yutzes from your childhood take it to the coordinated kids. When you see these two guys go out and play you have to imagine a kid that once when asked to dribble a basketball between his legs while moving forward in P.E. turned beet red, started screaming something unintelligible because of their fairly cumbersome speech impediment and then ran to the bleachers and reverted to the fetal position until his mother could make it up to school to pick him up. When I look at Eli I get this vivid memory of this kid Benji getting beat up on the playground in fifth grade by another kid because he scored a goal into his own net. The same frantic, searching eyes, the same 'what the hell am I suppose to do?' body posture. I have to say, watching Sarah beat down Benji that day struck a cord deep inside me. From that day forth I decided I would always Root, Root for the kids who kept their asthma inhalers in their socks. Sure, seeing M.J. take it to the rack was sweet, but nothing beats a wicked Craig Ehlo throw down. So on Sunday, 3rd and 4, Eli drops back and throws it to no one in particular. I'm not going, "This guy suck, who's the backup again?" I'm going "Come on, Benji!! Get those arms up!! Don't let get into your face like that."