
Manning sat out all of last year with a neck injury that required four surgeries to fix, questions abound about his ability to come back and play well, he was due a bonus should the club pick up his option on top of a salary on par for one of the best players in the game. Ownership cut ties … Manning signed with the Broncos today.
Manning has won four MVPs and one Super Bowl. He’s been a contender his entire career. He’s a stud. He’s been the face of that franchise for well over a decade. He is the closest thing that Indianapolis has to a local hero. He’s beloved.
He’s now a Bronco.

This on the heels of Albert Pujols signing with the Angels. Pujols has been the face of the St Louis Cardinals baseball franchise for the past decade as well. He just won a World Series. He is a beloved sports figure in St Louis … perhaps only second to Stan “The Man” Musial. His contract expired and, as the best player in the game, he was looking to capitalize. He went for the money and left St Louis … the place that embraced him and made him a star. He disappointed a lot of people … for a few million extra bucks.

Oh … and let’s not forget the Lebron James / Cleveland debacle.
Loyalty in sports in a lost art form.
The same holds true in all aspects of life.
In a day and age when more marriages end in divorce than don’t, how could we not feel otherwise. We are living in the age of self-gratification. We are living in the “me-first” era. And I hate it.
Whatever happened to standing by your loved ones when things get difficult? What happened to making concessions for the better of those who have been good to you? Whatever happened to putting another person’s needs and desires ahead of your own? Whatever happened to working together, making compromises and pursuing the future hand-in-hand together?
Don’t answer. You don’t know.

Over the last several years I’ve heard some variation of “for me” (“I’m doing this for me,” “I need some me time,” “what’s best for me”) more and more and more. Then those rare occasions come along where we do something for somebody else … and then stand there, looking in both directions for somebody to pat us on the back.

Musial was “The Man.” Hines Ward has just proven that he is “The Man.”
Too bad there aren’t more “Men” out there. I, for one though, will keep trying …