[End of 3rd quarter in RCA Dome]
Greg Gumbel: Now we take a moment to acknowledge the winners of the 2007 NFL Punt, Pass and Kick Program. Each year, more than 4 million take part in the competition, making it one of the largest youth sports programs in the world.
From the 8-9-year-old division, Laleilei Ma'falaa, from Oahu, Hawaii, representing the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.
From the 10-11-year-old division, Andrew Beck, from King of Prussia, Pennsylvania, representing the Baltimore Ravens.
From the 12-13-year-old division, Rebecca Plaster, from Newton, Massachusetts, representing the New England Patriots.
Colts fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
DIE YOU STUPID FUCKING KIDLET DIE DIE DIE AND BLEED OUT YOUR RANK FUCKING PATRIOT BLOOD BEFORE YOU GROW UP AND LAUGH YOUR BELLY LAUGH AT US. LIL' RONNIE WILL RAPE YOU DEAD! DEAD AND GONE!
[Beginning 4th quarter]
Dan Dierdorf: I'm telling you: Philip Rivers is a BIG TIME QUARTERBACK. This young man, who has been given ample time to learn this offense since being drafted in 2004, has now become an unflappable presence in the pocket.
If I were to tell you that Philip Rivers were somehow to have sired me, to have been my father, there would be no greater joy in my life. And I say now without qualm that I would have shown him the fealty only possible by an obedient son and would have brought him the morning paper without complaint every single day without slobber marks on the front page or on Get Fuzzy. He could beat me when I was insolent and I'd be all the better for it.
Look. At. That.
Darren. Sproles. Taking that throw from Rivers and giving it the result that only a Philip Rivers pass deserves. Way to go, Phil. YOU. ARE. A. STUD.
It looks like Philip Rivers, solely through the force of his own awesomeness, has injured himself on that play. I feel as though I should go provide succor to his wounds. Looks like Rivers is having a few words with the Indianapolis crowd as he's being helped off. I'm telling you, Indianapolis: I don't think under any circumstance can you intimidate Philip Rivers. Not even if you ask him in a darkened hotel room if he knows the pleasure of a hefty former lineman doing a 3-point stance on his manhood.
NFL rep: You kids have a lot to be proud about. We painstakingly winnowed down the field and you showed through grit and determination that you were the best at each of your age groups. There isn't a person alive that can take that away from you.
[Door flies open]
Rivers: Ya betta ask somebodddaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!
The fuck is this shit? I've already thrown for three buttfucking touchdowns and you're slobbering over a bunch of snotnosed, afterbirth moisted droplings? A bunch of pre-pubescent globs of hardened amniotic fluid? Oh, punt and pass AND kick, can you, you anklebiting little shits? I wanna know if you can LIE, CHEAT and STEAL, you lil' savage nugs. Maybe then, and only then, you can help me beat the Pats next week.
Nice dog and pony show you've got going here. Way to take valuable time away from the big boy playoff football game to honor all the future dykes and the one of you who looks like a Hispanic Winnie Cooper.
Hey, let's see this trophy you got here. Wow. It's a honey-glazed football on a wood stand. Ain't that a beaut. Ya'll got this from punting?Kid: Uh-huh.
Rivers: That's gay. What about passing?
Rivers: How about KICKING?!
[Rivers attempts to drop kick trophy]
Rivers: OWWWW! MOTHER OF FUCK! What the shit are these things made out of, adamantium? There's no way I can come back now.
Kid: You know what? While you're back here ridiculing us, the Chargers, the team you're supposed to be leading, is raging against insurmountable odds, against a squad of referees bent on handing this game to the Colts. They're fighting for their very lives. And here you are, nursing an injury you incurred from poor passing mechanics, taunting a group of kids guilty of nothing but striving for a dream. Is that who you are? Is that the most you can make of yourself?
[Rivers slugs kid in the face. Wipes fist off on white towel. Throws towel callously on kid's downed body]
Rivers: Yeah, whatever. Clean your ass up. I've got a game to win.
[Jogs back to the field]
Norv Turner: mmmmuuueeeyyGlad you could make it back. We're in okay shape and I can't have that. Now, I'm gonna try to undermine what we've got going here. I'd say sabotage, but that implies that I have some idea what's going on. Okay, here we go. Quick and dirty-like. Let's try to run a fade route to Jackson on this next play, but instead you're gonna shortarm it to Bob Sanders in the flat.
Rivers: I've got a better idea: Let's try to do a fuck you route to the bench, crater face. I think I can see traces where water used to exist on your mug. Maybe civilization used to exist there. Maybe Ray Bradbury wrote a book about it. Future colonization of human life depends on whether there can be Earth-like conditions on your craggy countenance.
[Laughs in his face]
If LT gets to rest his dead ass on the bench then so do I.
Rivers: LaDainian, you cheap slut! Thought you could duck me, did you? Can you duck a QB rating of over 120? You know what? I DON'T NEED YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FLATSCREEN TVS! I DON'T CARE HOW CHEAP THEY ARE AT COSTCO! I'M TIRED OF GOING THERE AND GETTING CARDED! OF COURSE I'M A FUCKING MEMBER! YOU DON'T THINK AN NFL QB CAN AFFORD A $50 ANNUAL MEMBERSHIP FEE? FUCK YOU!
I can handle this situation on my own. That's it. Time to pull out the sideline eyes. You and me, Colts. Staredown city. You ready for the laserface? Here comes the laserface! No time to back down. Aaaaaaaaaaaand GO!
Dierdorf: This here is really something. Would you look at the courageous decision being made by Philip Rivers? To see such phenomenal team leadership at that age is astounding. The Colts are absolutely wilting under the stony gaze of this young man. I know I would.
Billy Volek: [engineers winning drive]
Rivers: [To crowd] YEAH! I TOLD HIM TO DO THAT SHIT! FEEL THE VOLEKTRICITY! I WILLED IT INTO BEING WITH MY FUCKING MIND! ANY WEE WEE NEWJACK SLUT CAN WIN GAMES WITH THEIR ARM! MATCH THAT! I'M THE CEREBRAL MOTHERFUCKING ASSASSIN! BRING ON NEW ENGLAND! I'LL USE MY TELEKINESIS TO WET THEY ASS! I'LL WET IT AND WIPE IT DOWN AND MAKE IT SHINE! CAUSE I'M HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!