That About Does It For The Colts

The last time I wrote about the Colts, it was following last year's season-ending fumble/trick-play-meltdown combo that took them out of the playoff picture for good, and I promised you that "this will be the last time you have to think about the Colts this year." I secretly intended that promise to hold true for more than just that season: they were stuck in quarterback limbo, and their coach and GM hadn't proven they could oversee a winning team, and their owner was a coot. But these aren't your father's Colts anymore! Because he died.

Jim Irsay reupped Shane Steichen and Chris Ballard before passing away, bequeathing them, perhaps unwelcomely, to his daughters and new primary owners Carlie Irsay-Gordon, Casey Foyt, and Kalen Jackson. The Colts signed castoff Daniel Jones to provide some baseline competence until they could figure out if Anthony Richardson actually sucks (he does) and they could draft a new QB. It felt like 2025 was already a lost season: not bad enough to be funny or amass high picks, not good enough to compete.