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The Indianapolis Colts are aiming high this season and are a team meant foe the play offs.

Peyton Manning is making the difference for Colts and in the past three games he has achieved seven touchdowns and no interceptions.

We've been expecting it all season and it finally came, the Indianapolis Colts efforts have paid in a good way, as they have overcome errors and the three in a row winning streak looks like a future play-off prediction.

As it was meant to be, it only took Peyton Manning one half of the game to decode the Houston defense and in the final two quarters he decided to wrap it up. Manning the two-time NFL MVP, led Indianapolis to wipe out the two Houston leads and gave the Colts a needed 33-27 victory this past Sunday November 16th.

Within minutes of finishing the second quarter, the Texans were praying for the game to be over, most of their players had bloody noses and black eyes just before the half time break. Many will agree with me that after a 13-1 all-time record against them, the Texans should have known better that the Indianapolis Colts is not a team to be trusted, especially with Peyton Manning who is no longer under pressure in close games and killed the myth of age over experience.

The Colts offense shined with armor, as Manning's 30 completed passes of 46 attempts contributed with the 320 yards, plus two touchdowns during second half; he was unstoppable. Peyton's rhythm was so good he even made the past performances of rookies Steve Slanton and linebacker Xavier Adibi look as if the Texans were in need of new contracts.

There seemed to be no way for the Texans to stop Peyton Manning, which was probably their main problem, to base their strategy around this single player; because if you run the ball more to avoid less interceptions, it doesn't matter Manning will be there to ruin your play.

Yes, the Texans defense was as bad as it could get in the second half, but they still had the best opportunity to win and with almost 9 minutes for the final, Ahman Green's 2 yard touchdown pulled the Texans 27 points. The team had good timing and all they had to do was take it to the 40-yard line. Unfortunately for the Texans, the game was over when Colts defender Melvin Bullitt intercepted Houston's Sage Rosenfels play, on the last minute attempt to drive.

The Houston Texans made many errors, but the one that cost them big time was that with two minutes to make a play against Peyton Manning; never ever play the "hurry-up" strategy against him, Manning has an answer for everything, especially when it comes to finishing a game.

With a 0-5 out of home this season, the Houston Texans need to start focusing on a different tactical review based on the defense, especially with 3 straight loses.

The Indianapolis Colts have had the best offensive presentations during the whole campaign that allowed them to achieve the winning streak (6-4) they have been looking. Plus Peyton Manning could finally accomplish what most QBs in the NFL dream for: trust and confidence from your defense.

Come December 6 in Las Vegas, Oscar De La Hoya vs Manny Pacquiao will likely be the biggest pay-per-view boxing event in the history of the sport. Both fighters are legends in the sport and the fight will be an absolute classic.

Manny Pacquiao
Born: December 17th, 1978
Place: Kibawe, Bukidnon, Philippines

Manny Pacquiao is widely regarded by pundits and online betting sharps to be the best pound-for-pound fighter in the world. He has tore up any boxer in his path including a complete destruction of a who's who in Mexican boxing history. But his upcoming fight on December 6th figures to be his most difficult challenge to date: Oscar De La Hoya serves as a big step up in weight for Pacquiao as the fight will be at the 147-pound weight class.

For Pacquiao, this is a step up in two weight classes and a lot of people who bet on sports aren't sure that he'll be able to handle that. For his weight class, Pacquiao has an uncanny combination of power and speed but both of those might not factor since he's fighting a bigger fighter with more weight. Sports book odds list Pacquiao as a huge underdog for that reason. If he can make the adjustment, though, he should be to defeat De La Hoya, who is past his prime.

Oscar De La Hoya
Born: February 4th, 1973
Place: East Los Angeles, California

Oscar De La Hoya is a favorite for this fight according to sports book odds, which is considered to be the fight of the year by many. At one point in his career, De La Hoya was considered among the best fighters in the world and he'll still likely be a Hall of Famer, but he has been stumbling and bumbling of late. De La Hoya is just 3-3 in his last six fights with decision losses to Floyd Mayweather and Shane Mosely, and a knockout loss to Bernard Hopkins. His three wins were against scrubs like Ricardo Mayorga, Steve Forbes and Felix Sturm.

De La Hoya isn't as fast as he used to be and he has two things have to work in his favor for him to win this fight. For starters, his size means that he should have the advantage in punching power and he should be able to take any of Pacquiao's power shots. And secondly, he still has to be as fast as Pacquiao - or comparably close - because Pacquiao is gaining lots of weight for this fight. If De La Hoya can win in both of those areas, he should be able to win the fight.

Best:
Lakers @ Clippers: The Clippers had the advantage the last time these two California teams played each other. While the Lakers still might not be as good as the Clippers, the Clips have fallen badly enough to make it a game again. They lead the NBA in rebounding, something that the Lakers will have to somehow overtake them in to win this game. Predicted Score: LA Clippers win 105-102

Runner-up:
Spurs @ Suns: The Suns have faced a plethora of tough teams in the last week and now face the best in the West. If Tony Parker really is the all-star that his stats say he is, then he’ll show it against Steve Nash. He should defend Nash better than he did in the playoffs last year. Predicted Score: San Antonio wins 101-99

Blowout:
Jazz @ Pistons: This game could go could either the way of a squeaker or a blowout. The Jazz play very similarly to Detroit and have been a better road team than at home. When these two met up last year the score finished in the 60’s. Detroit may have vastly improved their scoring, but Utah really hasn’t. With Detroit’s loss total still in single digits, you have to give them the benefit of the doubt. Predicted Score: Detroit wins 99-83

With a terrific crack like a pistol-shot the starboard bow mainstay parted. The mainmast shuddered in the most alarming fashion.

"Not good", I thought, "not good at all". I don't know very much about nautical matters, but even I know that a mainmast really ought to have at least 4 stays attached in 4 different directions if it is to stay in the preferred position, ie vertical.

A couple of days earlier, after a bit of jetlag-banishing spa pampering at Hong Kong's art-gallery-impersonating Langham Place Hotel and some gourmet dining at Wang Chai's Szechuan Lao restaurant, we had weighed anchor and set sail into the central reaches of the South China Sea. A force-9 typhoon had unexpectedly changed direction and blown in from the south-east, keeling the yacht over to the bow by about 30 degrees.

Huge seas were running head-on from the southwest, with the occasional rogue wave slamming in from the southeast and keeling the boat over to an extreme degree. Each time, the yacht took a frighteningly long time to right itself, groaning, complaining and creaking like the geriatric that it wasn't. Each time I wondered how steel, timber and fibreglass could possibly survive such an onslaught. It had been such a wave that had swung the mast over from port to starboard and then back to port again so quickly that, as the mainmast had passed the vertical, the stress on the stay had become too much and it had snapped. Most unimpressive engineering, I thought, you'd think they would have built the thing to withstand a bit of a blow. I doubted if it would have happened to the Bavaria I'm most used to sailing.

"Morgan" I half-heard the skipper shout through the howling wind, "MOVE". Morgan, who had been working on the port side, hadn't needed the skipper's warning, as he too had heard the stay part and was frantically moving forward in order to vacate the port side as rapidly as possible as, if the mast went, this was the direction in which it would fall. All eyes turned to the starboard stern mainmast stay. Would it hold? It Would not

The entire cleat was ripped from the boat and shot skywards, this time with a report more like a car-crash than a gunshot and sending an accompanying hail of splinter arrows like wooden shrapnel up into the rigging.

"Hmm", I thought, "even worse, but at least I wasn't up there getting skewered, as always seemed to happen to at least one of Horatio Hornblower's crew in CS Forester's brilliant nautical novels.

The mainmast lost no time in following the starboard bow stay as with an almighty bang it parted a metre from the deck and crashed to port. The sails and rigging tangled with the bow gunwale rail posts, fixing the stricken mast to the port side and immediately increasing the yaw to what seemed like about 70 degrees but which I am assured cannot have been more than 50.

I may be a nautical no-brainer, but I am British and have always been fascinated by the stoicism and sometimes heroism in our tiny island's remarkable nautical history. Unless CS Forester's novels were pure fiction then the mainmast now posed a significant threat to the vessel and to the lives of all aboard her. Well, I'm used to fear, in fact in my younger days I habitually courted it by falling off rock-faces hundreds of feet above the ground, but the fear I used to experience while climbing was different, as then I could always do something about the source of the fear, whereas now I felt as helpless and about as much use as a baby in a bullring. With nothing to contribute and so nothing to occupy my mind, my brain idly wondered if an intellectually-committed but spiritually-backward Buddhist like myself could summon up enough equanimity and non-attachment to meet my possible impending demise with dignity. I rapidly came to the conclusion that no, I could not, if the worst came to the worst I'd feel no shame at all in screaming like a baby.

This typhoon thing wasn't at all what I had thought I was letting myself in for - I had been assured that it was going to miss us. My last sailing trip to Asia had been much more my style. We had chartered a crewed 8-berth yacht with crew from a Phuket outfit by the name of Faraway Yachting and then sailed up to the Myanmar (Burmese) archipelago. I had arrived in Phuket a week earlier and taken a sailing course in the nearby waters, having chosen to learn there due to the absence of extreme weather and as I had heard about the breathtaking scenery in nearby Phang Nga Bay. The week's sailing lessons, combined with lots of island hopping, had proved to be thoroughly enjoyable. Afterwards I had boarded the boat to Myanmar, which is also blessed with relatively calm waters. That last trip had been much more my thing. We had spent six days sailing from Phuket to the Myanmar archipelago and back, cruising through waters bereft of people but full of picture-postcard islands and fish that were obligingly stupid enough to let me catch them (I'm not much of an angler or a sailor, although I enjoy both immensely). Out of mobile phone range of anywhere, after three days I finally stopped thinking about work and totally relaxed, for the first time in years. The skipper Wolfgang was (and I hope still is) an unusual fellow, in being one of the gentlest men I have ever got to know, plus also one who was able to inspire complete confidence in us. Rather an uncommon combination of personality characteristics to come across in a man.

"Well", I thought, "I'm as safe as possible under the circumstances", as when the storm had hit I had secured myself to one of the starboard gunwale rail posts with a length of rope and karabiner, as a backup to the safety line attached to the gunwale rail.

The other men seemed to know what to do, as Morgan and the chef Joe moved to each end of the stricken mast and prepared to manhandle it over the side.

At this point I briefly thought "maybe I should help out here". Well, call me an idle coward if you will, but the other two guys seemed to have everything under control and I felt relatively safe, attached with steel and rope to the gunwale, so I left them to it.

Morgan cut the stern bow stay. I was watching Joe, port bow mainstay in hand and searching frantically for something, when it dawned on me that he was looking for a knife but didn't have one, whereas I, most unfortunately, as it seemed to me, did.

"Steve", I half-heard Joe shout to me above the gale while miming cutting and beckoning motions, "get yourself down here".

"You can't be serious", I thought, "I do have a knife, but how am I going to get it to you?" I considered throwing it to him, but then realized it would be impossible to catch.

"Oh, you ********" I thought, "every good sailor's supposed to carry a knife in a storm, aren't they?" It seemed to me that it was particularly annoying that Joe didn't have a knife on him, as he's a chef. I admit that I was being a trifle unreasonable when I fleetingly thought "if you're that desperate then maybe you should learn a lesson by catching this blade in your chest". Maybe a tad unrealistic too - me not being one of those Hollywood b-movie stars like Chuck Norris and Steven Segal who can supposedly lob a knife into a villain's chest at 6 yards from a wildly thrashing yacht deck, with the other hand manfully around a fit but feeble babe and using a single foot to fight off three other bad guys.

I abandoned this plan because men with knives in their chests can't cut stays and because that stay clearly needed cutting, very soon, in order to ensure the safety of the fifth most precious person on the planet, me.

Did Joe really expect me to clamber along the wildly-swaying and now seemingly-horizontal gunwale, all the way to the bow and then back down the port side? It seemed a most improbable thing to expect anyone to do, let alone a land-lubber like me. I realized that yes, he really did expect me to do exactly that.

"No chance, mate", I thought, "I'm far too young and good-looking to die, I haven't had children yet, I've only seen Kylie Minogue live in concert eight times and besides, my mum would miss me".

"Well, she's the only female in the world who would", I thought, somewhat depressingly, as I unclipped my carabiner, swung up on top of the gunwale and started scrambling to the bow.

"I'm still attached to the yacht by a metal wire, so I'm still safe, so WHY DON'T I FEEL SAFE?" I thought, my brain addled by the rage of the howling gale.

Ten minutes later we had cut the stays and manhandled the mainmast overboard. Released from its deadweight, the boat keeled rapidly back to starboard, before the storm abruptly arrested this movement seconds later. The sudden stop flung me skywards, after which I landed on the deck so painfully that I could scarcely sit for a week afterwards.

It could have been considerably worse though, as nobody had noticed the naked terror that had gripped me throughout the ordeal and as I had managed to account for myself reasonably well, if totally involuntarily. Also, my aches and pains gave me the perfect excuse to jump ship and check into Manila's superlatively appointed Ascott Makati hotel in order to recuperate in comfort - I could already picture the small hillock I would create on the coffee table of the stacked empty plates of delicacies ordered up from room service. I also enjoy stacking up empty margarita glasses, as it's rather risky, because they are liable to all fall over if you put one too many on top.

The bruises on my back-side reminded me of the ones I acquired whilst being caned for smoking at school, a story which I'd like to digress to and away from nautical matters, if I may.

I was at school in England in the days when corporal punishment was regarded as character-building - ie about two millennia ago - and had been caught smoking John Player's Number 6 in the bus stop loos, then subsequently dragged with my friend Kim before the headmaster. I bent over first and received 3 whacks on the back-side from our headmaster, who had batted second for Warwickshire and so was physically as well as temperamentally well-suited to the task in hand - that of inflicting maximum damage to teenage rumps. After my beating I hopped out of the room and waited outside the door while Kim received his. After the expected three whacks I heard the headmaster shout "you stupid boy", then the sound of three even louder whacks impacting on the unfortunate Kim's backside. A few moments later Kim emerged, biting his lip in an only partially successful attempt not to cry.

"So why the extra three strokes, Kim?" I asked. It transpired that the cretinous Kim, while bending over to receive his punishment, had managed to accidentally drop his Players Number 6 onto the carpet. He had hastily attempted to cover them with his foot but they had subsequently been discovered by the ex-cricketer, who had then got very angry and practised boundary strikes on Kim's bum.

Well, I know that corporal punishment is very un-PC these days, but I've got to say that the punishment did me no harm at all, except that Kim's complete idiocy in earning himself an extra three bottom-weals totally upstaged my paltry three, thus depriving me of the customary wallow in glory that was a boy's right after being caned. On this occasion, due to Kim's far greater foolishness and much to my chagrin, nobody was interested in my story at all. I hope this admittedly pointless digression from my sailing story has more luck on these pages.

India captain Anil Kumble has announced his retirement from international cricket with immediate effect, reports BBC.

The 38-year-old decided to stand down during the final day of the drawn third Test against Australia in Delhi after sustaining a finger injury.

The leg-spinner took 619 Test wickets, including all 10 wickets in an innings against Pakistan in Delhi in 1999, in his 18-year, 132-Test career.

Kumble’s successor has not been named but is likely to be Mahendra Dhoni.

The wicketkeeper led India to an emphatic 320-run win in Mohali in the second Test after a shoulder injury had ruled Kumble out.

His replacement Amit Mishra took seven wickets at the PCA Ground, heaping further pressure on Kumble, who had been wicketless in the drawn first Test in Bangalore.

The veteran had previously suggested he would retire on his terms after he faced constant questioning on the subject from the Indian media.

But he admitted a finger injury sustained on day three attempting to catch a difficult Matthew Hayden chance proved to be the catalyst for his decision.

“It was tough, especially after 18 years when you have been so competitive, but the body gave me the decision and the injury helped,” said Kumble, who needed 11 stitches on his little finger of his left hand.

“I had already made the decision yesterday (Saturday), I knew I would not be fit (for the Nagpur Test) and I don’t want to let the team down.”

Kumble stands third in the all-time leading wicket-takers in Test cricket, behind fellow spinners Shane Warne and Muttiah Muralitharan.

He remains the only bowler to emulate Jim Laker’s feat of taking all 10 wickets in a Test innings with a match-winning 10-74 in Delhi nine years ago.

India lead the series 1-0 with one Test match to go, which starts in Nagpur on 6 Novemb