For those of you who have no idea who I’m talking about, Jim Sorgi was the backup quarterback on the Colts for a long time, while we had Peyton Manning in town. I loved Sorgi — a reliable, talented, and selfless player who gave us incredible value for the money. Because of his tenure, the money did eventually become an issue, and we let him go, which was a terrible idea.
I was at a charity event last night and I had the chance to meet him, and to tell him the following story.
I was at a game during the 2011 season — when Peyton was injured and we got through with three quarterbacks that all looked terrible. (It’s why we only won two games, which at least landed us Andrew Luck for the following season.) It was a miserable game and most of the crowd was gone by partway through the third quarter.
One guy at the front of our nosebleed section was trying to get the crowd (such as it was) riled up, and failing miserably.
“COME ON!” he’d yell. “GET ON YOUR FEET! CHEER! CHEEEEEEER!”
We mostly ignored him and wondered if it was physically possible to have enough beer to forget the game but not so much that we’d be unable to drive home. (Hint: no.)
“COME ON! DAN OR-LOV-SKY!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
Nobody responded. Nobody got up.
“DAN OR-LOV-SKY!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) “DAN OR-LOV-SKY!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
Just then, Orlovsky did something terrible. I don’t remember what. A pick, a fumble, a sack, a phenomenally inaccurate pass — I’ve blocked it out.
The cheering guy’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head in defeat. But a moment later, he started cheering for the quarterback on the bench.
“CUR-TIS PAINT-ER!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) “CUR-TIS PAINT-ER!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
No response from the crowd.
“COME ON! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO? GET UP! CHEER!”
Thinking that maybe we weren’t too thrilled with the idea of Painter, but forgetting that the third quarterback was on Injured Reserve, he changed his cheer again.
“KER-RY COL-LINS!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap) “KER-RY COL-LINS!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
We all remained seated.
“OH, COME ON! WHAT DO YOU WANT? PEYTON’S HURT! WE CAN’T CHEER FOR PEYTON! ALL WE GOT IS THOSE THREE! COME ON!”
Several seconds passed as he realized the futility. And then he rallied.
“BRING BACK SOR-GI!” (clap, clap, clap-clap-clap)
…at least twenty people were on their feet joining in before he got to the cheer the second time.