they played like poo
They toyed with my heart.
I thought they were going to make it...
they even got ahead by a point...
they didnt.
dang it.
Oh well...we already clenched everything we needed in the regular season...so Superbowl...we are still coming your way.
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No worries, Colts have homefield advantage all throughout the playoffs ... although that just means when New England beats them it will be at home :)
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