For whatever it’s worth, Marmalard traditionally got the better of Peyton Manning during Pey-Pey’s time with the Colts. Rivers’ Chargers were 4-1 in head-to-head meetings, with two playoff victories. For the most part, that had less to do with Rivers being great than the fact that Norv Turner, of all people, frequently found a way to get Peyton to play his worst. Search me. I have no way to explain that either.

Nowadays, the matchup is no longer a slapfight between nominal AFC contenders. Their rivalry is now waged for the right to be the team to represent their low-end division in the postseason. Not that the conference at large is faring much better. Should the Broncos prevail this evening, only two teams in the entire AFC will have a winning record. It’s shaping up to a be a two-team race between Houston and Baltimore for the right to get embarrassed by an NFC team.

For the sake of watchability, let’s hope the Broncos are able to break from their recent trend of falling woefully behind early in games, only to spend the 4th quarter in a mad dash to ultimately come up just short. Not that that isn’t satisfying for the inevitable looks of Manningface frustration when it doesn’t work out, but it still means three quarters of lop-sided football to sit through beforehand.

No matter how the game plays out, it should be a riveting battle of fumbles between Willis McGahee and Ryan Mathews, who has started to regain the trust of his coaches just in time to put another two or three carries on the ground.

In other news, I finally learned why Chargers receiver Malcom Floyd spells his name the way he does, from this newspaper feature story about his mom being a revered community leader. Apparently, his older brother, Malcolm Floyd, who played in the NFL in the ’90s, was allowed to name him. So he gave his younger brother the same name, just with a stupid spelling. That’s both a dick move and an impressive show of dominance by the older Malcolm.