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“I was like, ‘Hey, do NOT kick it to him,” Colts defender Robert Mathis recalls. “‘Kick it to him, and I’m going to fight you.’”

Via @indydandark: “Free idea: create a TempJimIrsay twitter account while he’s offline/suspended. Trivia, random Dylan lyrics, misuse , of comm,a. And so on.”

The Colts galloped out of the gate and quickly reduced the Broncos to horsemeat. Running back Eric Dickerson racked up 159 yards and four touchdowns in the first 19 minutes.

It seems an injured Paul George has unfortunately idle hands.

“We were one of the biggest and best church-sponsored programs in the country,” says Byers. “Race was never really an issue.”

The exhibit includes a picture of women playing baseball in the 1890s, five decades before the movie characters portrayed by Geena Davis and Madonna had a “League Of Their Own” during World War II.

From Eric Dickerson to Jim Harbaugh to Peyton Manning to Super Bowl XLI to Andrew Luck, Rubino and West recapped how our city fell in love with its NFL franchise.

“I threw a touchdown pass to Marvin Harrison, and I thought in my head, ‘I think we can throw the ball to Marvin Harrison,'” says Manning. “‘It’s a pretty good idea because good things can happen.’ That’s pretty much what happened every time I threw to him all for those years—good things.”

Assuming that Andrew Luck would show up sporting his famous neckbeard, John Bragg prepped for the event by inviting his hirsute buddies into the studio for trial runs to see how the lighting would play on their whiskers.

“It was a scene for No. 12,” Mathis says of one play by Andrew Luck. “He matured.” Luck is more modest: “That was a very fortunate bounce. We really don’t want that to happen again.”

Besides Peyton Manning’s press conference announcing he was leaving the Colts, the only other televised event that ever preempted one of my high-school classes was Barack Obama’s first inauguration speech.

In IM’s September tribute to three decades of Indianapolis Colts football, Robert Mathis—the team’s longest-tenured defensive player—picked his top three comebacks. But he went even deeper in the interview. Read on to find out what else the sack master likes to reminisce about.

Who says there’s nothing but corn in Indiana? Self-hating Hoosiers and those who have never stepped foot in the 19th state.

Billy Roc teaches his students professional wrestling, the art of fake fighting. A sweat-scented garage in Lafayette doubles as his classroom, dubbed The School of Roc. His program is one of a handful in the state to teach the sport.

He reads his mail. He takes your calls. He looks at almost every single sarcastic and anonymous comment you leave beneath his stories on the Star’s website.