Luck or destiny?


I think it is safe to say that the majority of us will be rooting for the Saints come Sunday.  Besides the obvious reasons of having a disdain for all things Colts and Peyton Manning, the redemption of the city of New Orleans is too sexy to resist.  To go from a completely hapless football franchise to Super Bowl Champions (see Patriots pre 2001), with the drama of Hurricane Katrina mixed in, is a great story. 

But there has to be something more right?  Besides the agonizing loss for Colts fans and seeing Peyton Manning flummoxed, can’t there be a cruel twist of fate mixed in? 

I was watching a movie when it hit me over the head.  I got off the couch and danced a jig on my living room floor.  My wife burst out laughing. 

A special scene brought my vision to life.  If you have seen the movie, then this quote may be familiar.  The movie is Signs, directed by M Knight Shyamalan.  The actor is Mel Gibson.  The scene is where Graham Hess (Gibson) is speaking to his brother, Merrill Hess (Joaquin Phoenix), about two types of people in the world.  Those that believe in luck; and those that believe in destiny. 

Graham Hess: People break down into two groups. When they experience something lucky, group number one sees it as more than luck, more than coincidence. They see it as a sign, evidence, that there is someone up there, watching out for them. Group number two sees it as just pure luck. Just a happy turn of chance. I'm sure the people in group number two are looking at those fourteen lights in a very suspicious way. For them, the situation is a fifty-fifty. Could be bad, could be good. But deep down, they feel that whatever happens, they're on their own. And that fills them with fear. Yeah, there are those people. But there are a whole lot of people in group number one. When they see those fourteen lights, they're looking at a miracle. And deep down, they feel that whatever's going to happen, there will be someone there to help them. And that fills them with hope. See what you have to ask yourself is what kind of person are you? Are you the kind that sees signs, that sees miracles? Or do you believe that people just get lucky? Or, look at the question this way: Is it possible that there are no coincidences?

I believe that there are no coincidences.  Everything happens for a reason.

We all know Bill Polian has a severe distaste for all things Patriots.  The examples have been rehashed many times in the past.  I could not care any less about his motive for the hatred.  It exists though; I think even Colts fans and Polian supporters wouldn’t deny that.

Among his many attempts to stick it to the Patriots was to sign one of our own, Adam Vinatieri.  At the time, I was flabbergasted.  It made me hate Polian and the Colts more than I did to begin with.  He stole our guy, one that literally won three Super Bowls with his right leg, out from under us.  I am sure it was a proud moment for old prick Polian, not only to get the most clutch kicker in Professional Football History, but to steal him from the very organization he loathes the most.

So picture me, dancing my jig, laughing in my belly with this vision…

Drew Brees takes the Saints down for the go ahead score with a little over a minute left.  Saints go ahead 26-24.  Peyton Manning, no timeouts in hand, mounts a furious drive downfield, but runs out of time at the 25, covering 55 yards in approximately 55 seconds.  Three ticks on the clock, a makeable 43 yarder to win the Super Bowl in hand and out trots the kicker.  He has done it in four previous Super Bowls, right – so a chip shot to win another one should be no big deal right?

Except instead of old number 4 trotting out for the game winner, its old number…HUH?  Matt Stover, the third most accurate kicker in NFL history, an injury replacement from early in the season will be the only kicker active Sunday for the Colts.  Adam V will be a DNP.  One of the 8 inactives for the Colts. 

Why, you ask?  Is Adam still hurt?  Well actually, no.  He is perfectly healthy.  Kicking like his old self.  Proclaiming, “Ready to go if they need me.” 

Stover, at 42, is the oldest player in the history of the Super Bowl.  He has kicked well in Adam’s absence and again, is the third most accurate kicker in NFL history.  But come on man, that’s Adam “F*cking” Vinatieri.  He’s younger.  Has a stronger leg.  And is better under pressure.  This is the game you bought him for.

Normally Polian sticks to his plan: build through the draft, don’t sign many free agents, keep surrounding Manning with offensive first round picks, affect rule change to benefit your team.  The plan works.  Usually.

But my vision shows that the Vinatieri signing to rub salt in the wounds of the Patriots – and then violating the karma football gods by NOT PLAYING VINATEIRI IN THE GAME THEY SIGNED HIM FOR – goes against the Polian plan. 

So, when Stover is wide right and the Saints win and all is right with the world for us Patriot fans, just remember everything, and I mean everything, happens for a reason.  There are no coincidences.

Then dance a jig on your living room floor.

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