The rigors of international travel can take their toll on a soul in various ways: phone wrangling to circumvent international terrorist plots in London, heinous jetlag creeping up 36 hours after touchdown, missed preseason NFL games, and worst of all being absent for the rollout of this year's crop of Peyton Manning commercials.
Thereby, it was not until the Colts vs. Seahawks charade that I was able to set my eyes on this gem of a Sprint commercial. It's almost as stunning as Marvin Harrison's one-hand grab...but not quite. Marvin rules.
Is it me or does Peyton look like he belongs one state over vehemently justifying a rampant library habit? That's a Buckeye molestache if I've ever seen one.