Colts' Polian needs to chill out

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By all measures, Bill Polian is a highly successful man. The Indianapolis Colts' team president has his franchise in the Super Bowl for the second time in four years, and he has been a consistent winner while running the show in Indy, Carolina and Buffalo.

So why is the guy so grumpy?

Polian at training camp in '09.
(Michael Conroy/AP Photo)

Earlier this week, while he should have been celebrating the Colts' AFC championship game victory over the New York Jets, Polian started whining about the league's new Pro Bowl policy. Specifically, Polian didn't like the fact that, with the game set to take place in Miami exactly a week before Super Sunday, the NFL is insisting that players from the Colts and Saints show up at the event, do some pregame interviews and wave to the 70,000-plus fans.

"It's stupid," Polian told 1070 The Fan in Indianapolis. "If it weren't for the Pro Bowl disruption, they would have the weekend off, but they can't because we have to send those players to Miami to do Lord knows what. We'll come back and practice on Sunday and the Pro Bowl players will go and do whatever they have to do and then the team will leave on Monday."

Later,'s Alex Marvez reported that Polian, in order to prove his point, planned to force Peyton Manning(notes) and the Colts' six other Pro Bowl selections to leave the game at halftime and Mark Sanchez's(notes) 2009 NFL draft weekend has someone concocted such a senseless and fuel-inefficient plan.

Then a story broke that the Colts' players might rebel against the edict and refuse to show up to the Pro Bowl. Mutiny! A subsequent report stated that the league and the team had worked out a compromise involving a private plane – paid for by the league office – and, blessedly, no back-and-forth trip by the players in question.

I'm sure Polian still isn't happy with the revised plan, and I have some advice for him:

Yo, Bill: Take a chill pill and be still.

Look, I like the fact that Polian is willing to speak his mind, even when it's not the politically correct thing to do. And I'm not saying that I completely disagree with him: Playing the Pro Bowl before the Super Bowl has turned the game into a quasi-joke, not that it was ever the most esteemed event in the first place.

But you have to pick your battles, and I'm wondering why Polian is so ticked off in the first place.

Is he upset that Manning and company won't be able to practice with the team on Sunday? If so, why not alter the practice schedule to allow for this?

Is he mad that they won't be on the team plane for the pivotal bonding session that occurs seven days before the game? If so, why not have the whole team fly out on Sunday, something many franchises have done in the past.

Does Polian really think this will have an impact on the team's preparation for Super Bowl XLIV? If so, he's crazy. The Colts had four days to prepare for a game against the Jaguars in December, and they seemed to do just fine in that one. They have 14 days to get ready for the Saints, and coach Jim Caldwell has said he would treat this first week as if Indy were getting ready to play this Sunday.

Is Polian honestly offended by the dog-and-pony spectacle of his players being trotted out for the benefit of the paying customers? If so, he needs a reminder that there's a world outside the 120 yards of grass on which he's obsessively focused, beginning with the realization that the NFL is a thriving business in a wounded economy, and the people who run that business have decided that they want Manning, Drew Brees(notes) and the rest of the Pro Bowl selections on Super Bowl teams in that stadium on Sunday.

Commissioner Goodell.
(AP Photo)

In other words, Roger Goodell is your daddy, Bill. And Daddy says Peyton has to go to church on Sunday.

This shouldn't be that difficult to grasp, but for people consumed with winning football games at the expense of, you know, everything else in existence, it always is. When you start believing that the normal rules of society don't apply inside the kingdom, it leads to out-of-touch behavior.

It's the same mentality, I suspect, which reportedly compelled Polian to grab a Jets employee and push him up against a stadium wall three years ago.

A similarly skewed state of mind, I believe, possessed Bill Belichick to shove his hand in a photographer's face in '07 – and Belichick's security escort to push an NFL films cameraman to the ground after last November's defeat to the Colts in Indy.

And, on a less angry level, that same attitude inspires coaches routinely to hide injuries – or to lie about them outright – even though the league explicitly prohibits them from doing so. (This rule exists because the NFL wants to reduce the risk of inside information being sold to gamblers.)

There's a big, beautiful world out there beyond the NFL, and as big as the Super Bowl might seem to many of us, it's just a football game that entertains people for a few hours – and then the earth keeps spinning and the next big thing takes place.

Further, as prodigious as the NFL's place in the big, beautiful world might be, the public's undying devotion to pro football is not a birthright. Goodell and his lieutenants are charged with satisfying clients and customers on a level that goes beyond that of winning a given game on a given Sunday – whether that means asking their stars to glad-hand with advertisers, accommodate the media (and the free coverage they provide) or give the fans at the Pro Bowl a visual thrill – and there may be times when their macro-based needs supersede even those of an almighty figure like Polian's.

That brings us to what this is really about: control. Polian is a control freak, and it's killing him that someone else has imposed and kept him from doing what he wants to do the way he wants to do it.

Three years ago Manning, of all people, usurped Polian's authority, decreeing that no family members be allowed on the floor at the team hotel on which players were staying. Interestingly, Polian didn't utter a peep that time, meaning either he was impressed with his quarterback's taskmaster tendencies, or he's smart enough to understand where the organization's real power source lies.

Whatever the case, in the end, he swallowed hard and went with the program. I suggest that this time, as well, he'd be best served by letting it go.

On Sunday, Polian should turn on his TV and give thanks that Goodell isn't making Manning and the other Cotls play in the Pro Bowl. He should take note of the fact that Brees and the other Saints are also being inconvenienced, meaning no one is gaining a competitive advantage for Super Sunday.

Then, on Monday, Polian should lean back in his first-class seat on the team charter, close his eyes and daydream about all the free media coverage declaring him a genius he's sure to get in the week to come.

Either that, or he can fly to D.C. and ride to Miami with me – and I promise I won't even ask him to lie about injuries along the way.


Aaron Rodgers(notes) will be named Pro Bowl MVP after helping the NFC to a narrow victory Sunday. … By this time next year – at the latest – Mike Holmgren will be the Cleveland Browns' head coach. … If the Colts defeat the Saints in Super Bowl XLIV, the party will still rage harder in New Orleans than in Indy.


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It starts with one pass
I don't know why
You threw across your body and let it fly
Out of your mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watched it fly by through your many mood swings
Watched it count down to regulation's end
The clock was not my friend
We lost the toss
Got a stupid P.I.
Watched the kick fly right through the uprights
I tried not to cry, it's difficult you know
We'll be 9 and 7 if you go
I know you and I had fights and even though I'm right
You blasted me hard
And $18 million in pure gold bullion is consolation for a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
You stood so tall
We got no calls
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

Twelve men, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter whose fault or why
Kid lost his mind
I designed this rhyme, while I sucked on a lime
I tried so hard
In spite of the way you were dissing me
Acting like I was worse than Mike McCarthy
Remembering all the times you spit on me
I'm surprised it got so (far)
Things aren't the way they were before
No room in the Escalade for you anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me (in the end)
You gave everything you had and even when you were bad
I gave you my heart
But just like AD and his fumbling it's devastating when you can't hold on

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
You stood so tall
We got no calls
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
We came so close
Want to come back? Just let me know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
You hit the wall
We got no calls
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

We tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I made great calls
You threw fastballs
But in the end
It doesn't even matter