You have only to look at my PEYTON MANNING IS A GOD THAT WALKS ON EARTH posts to know where my NFL loyalties lie, but on Sundays when it’s time to suit up, the royal blue jersey I’m rocking isn’t his. Or Marvin Harrison’s. Or Reggie Wayne’s, or Vinatiereireiri’s. It’s number 83, and the guy who used to wear it is a quiet, unassuming slot receiver named Brandon Stokley.
You might remember him from 2004, when he, Harrison, and Wayne each finished the season with over a thousand yards receiving and at least 10 TDs apiece.
But probably not. He’s not a grandstander. Not a touchdown dancer. Not flashy. Just great hands, fast legs, and an otherworldly ability to find an open patch of end zone.
What he’s also got is a tendency to get hurt. I lost my fantasy football league championship last year (to a fifteen year old boy, no less) because I refused to jettison Stokley even when he was on the IR for months with a ruptured Achilles. Indianapolis was not so fervent in their devotion. They cut him in the offseason, and it just about broke my heart. He was signed to the Broncos in days, and seems to be working out, to say the least. I stood and cheered when he caught his first TD pass from Jay Cutler. I’ll be following the fortunes of Denver with new interest this season. But Brandon Stokley will always be my boy in blue.
Ladies... 
Our horses in Denver are lucky to steal him from yours in Indy.
As a Jets fan living in Indy, it’s hard to endure the constant Colts talk, pink jerseys and overall lack of football knowledge in this city. But I will give you this, Brandon is a cutie. And as long as the Colts continue to win, and my screename is what it is, I will suffer. Or burn my kid’s hat. That has to make you feel better, huh?
That first one. Wanna climb it.
Oh, he has a boo-boo on his elbow on the second one. I want to kiss it and make it better!
He’d be hotter if a horse hadn’t kicked him in the head.
Holly, you should just move to Louisiana. Between Stokely, from Lafayette and Peyton the Football God from New Orleans, it sounds like Sportsman’s Paradise is the place for a fiesty redhead with painted cleavage.
UPDATE because I totally forgot to mention this, but have I told the story about Daddy offering to fly me home for the UT-Florida basketball game last fall? And I didn’t want him to spend all that money just for a weekend trip, and he called me from the game and PEYTON, STOKLEY, AND JEFF SATURDAY WERE ALL THERE? And now Stokley is on that other horsey team and I am stupid, stupid, stupid.
Yum, those arms!!
I miss Stokley in his Indy uniform :(
You and me both, sister.
That first picture is so unexpectedly, breathtakingly sexy, I can’t think straight.
I mean… those hips, those ARMS. Jesus.
Wow, if his hips are that flexible on a football field, just think about it… um, yeah. That’s nice.
zomg, incredible ARMS ! :D
i know him!!!