God bless Gregg Williams. Every Super Bowl needs a loose cannon, and apparently he's the designated howitzer.
Williams, the New Orleans defensive coordinator, opened fire on a radio show the other day, saying the goal for his guys was to deliver a few "remember-me" shots on Peyton Manning. Asked if they might be courting a few penalty flags by doing that, Williams chuckled and said, well, in that case, they'd better make sure Manning doesn't get up, then, just to make it worth the while.
And, oh, yawn, which was the Colts' response. Following the official team policy of not talking smack (even when it would be, you know, sort of fun), Williams' remarks were met by silence from the west side of Indianapolis.
My official policy on this is, "That's a shame."
Look, the two-week run-up to the Super Bowl is already the place where real news goes to die. More is written, said and bloviated upon about less than in any other two-week period of the year.
(A for-instance: All the hubbub about how inconvenient it is for the Colts and Saints to have to send players early to participate in Pro Bowl activities. Please. It's a few lousy hours out of their Sunday a full week before the Super Bowl. I hardly call that an ordeal. And yet, the media's treating it as if Manning, Dallas Clark 'n' them will be re-enacting the trek of the Donner Party).
Anyway ... we should be kissing the ground Gregg Williams walks on. Somebody finally said something. More to the point, he's absolutely right. What, his defense is supposed to avoid hitting Manning? It's supposed to treat him like fine china because the NFL has decided that's the way it wants its superstar quarterbacks treated?
Piffle. It's football. If you can ring a guy's bell, you do it, even if it's Peyton Manning.
Maybe especially if it's Peyton Manning.