While the dome grew anxious and the 57,433 hearts inside it began to hurry and his dad stole nervy glances at the field from an end zone tunnel, Peyton Manning sucked the blood off his thumb and told his backup to get ready. Here it was: Biggest quarter in the biggest game of his life, critical mass for a long-tormented franchise, defining moment for a championship-starved city, a Super Bowl berth to be decided in two minutes and change.
And Jim Sorgi was warming up on the Indianapolis Colts’ sideline.
By this juncture Manning – in his ninth season in Indianapolis and at the apex of his Colts' stardom – is still lugging the Can’t Win The Big One rap.