“The Book Of Manning” Review

Aired on Tuesday night, The Book of Manning put the oft-told tales of the Manning family into chronological order and video format for easy consumption.  Though this probably should have been written yesterday to piggyback on the momentum of the documentary, I am easily distracted and positive I had other more important things to do instead.

So, one day late, my The Book of Manning review as I watched it:

-Though I’ve heard every story that will be told, it’s being told WITH video, so, you know, now it’s way better!  SUCK IT, IMAGINATION.

-Where were Houston Nutt and Mike Markuson in the late 1960s?  Because it sure as hell looks like they were coaching the offensive line in front of Archie Manning as he scrambled everywhere.  If Jeremiah Masoli was watching Tuesday night, he probably was wondering why the footage of his Ole Miss career was so grainy.

-It’s fairly gut-wrenching when you hear someone give a firsthand account of finding their dad after he’s killed himself, followed by a few glimpses into pain I can’t imagine.  This was the most raw and interesting part of the documentary.

-Houston Cougars, breakers of Archie Manning’s arm, you are on my permanent SHIT LIST

-The Saints of Archie Manning’s career were the 2010s’ version of the Jaguars

-The second most interesting part of the documentary was Cooper discussing his spinal condition and how it affected him, not just physically, but emotionally.  I had not heard all of the details associated with that, and thought it was an excellent few minutes.

-And now here’s Peyton deciding not to go play for Ole Miss interim head coach Joe Lee Dunn.


-Eli heads to Oxford to play for David Cutcliffe, later pees in some bushes because peeing outside in bushes is really fun and I will fight anyone who says otherwise

-Eli redshirts, then gets to play the last 10 minutes of what looks to be a blowout loss in the Music City Bowl.  He starts throwing touchdowns and brings Ole Miss back to at least make West Virginia fairly nervous in the last few minutes.

-Then this man appears on screen and says these things:


-Not sure if all of that was actually said, but that’s what I heard.  And then I didn’t hear much after that because when rage is pulsing through your body, all your other senses shut down.

-I’m sure the last 15 minutes or so of the documentary were just fine.

In closing this thing up, The Book of Manning was a good way to spend an hour and a half on a Tuesday night, a few minutes of it were really strong, and David Cutcliffe, while by all accounts a nice person and good assistant coach, flushed Tommy Tuberville’s work straight down the toilet and is still the worst.