The Premier Madden League might as well start engraving the Lombardi Trophy now because Coach Greeny’s Indianapolis Colts are on another planet. After their Week 1 demolition of Coach Ke’s Jaguars, it’s safe to say it — the Colts are the best team in PML and the clear Super Bowl front runners.
From kickoff to the final whistle, this game looked less like football and more like a coaching clinic hosted by Professor Greeny himself. The Colts didn’t just win 42 to 32, they made the Jaguars look like a preseason opponent. Anthony Richardson was a one-man wrecking crew. He went 20 of 27 for 330 yards and 3 touchdowns through the air and then decided that wasn’t enough so he ran for 133 more yards and another score just to prove a point. The man looked like the love child of Lamar Jackson and Josh Allen if they were coached by Bill Walsh.
Greeny’s play calling was art. It was poetry. It was jazz in motion. Every time the Jaguars thought they had something figured out, Greeny pulled another trick from the bag. Zone read, RPO, motion drag, deep post — it didn’t matter. Jacksonville had no answers because Greeny had already written the test.
And then there was Jonathan Taylor, the heartbeat of the offense, catching 8 passes for 198 yards and 2 touchdowns. Two. Hundred. Yards. From a running back. At this point, Greeny isn’t just calling plays, he’s composing symphonies. He’s not playing Madden, he’s conducting greatness.
The Colts racked up 504 total yards while converting 7 of 9 third downs. That’s not football, that’s domination. That’s Greeny playing chess while everyone else is still learning how to turn on their controller.
Even the Colts defense joined the party. J.T. Tuimoloau was living in the Jaguars’ backfield with 2 sacks and an interception, while the rest of the defense swarmed Trevor Lawrence like bees around spilled juice. Every drive felt like a survival challenge for Jacksonville.
Coach Ke tried. He fought. Trevor Lawrence threw for 310 yards and ran for 4 touchdowns, but even that wasn’t enough. Because when you play Coach Greeny’s Colts, you’re not just facing a team. You’re facing destiny.
Greeny didn’t celebrate after the game. He didn’t talk trash. He just adjusted his headset like Nick Saban at peace with perfection. “We just played our football,” he said quietly. That’s the kind of humble confidence that comes when you already know the script.
The rest of the league better wake up. The Colts are moving different. They are built different. They are coached different. Coach Greeny isn’t just in his bag — he owns the whole luggage set.
After Week 1, there’s no debate. The Colts are the standard. The bar. The measuring stick. The PML’s Super Bowl runs through Indianapolis.
Coach Greeny, take a bow. You are him.
