Who were those guys?

OK, first off this morning: No, I don't know what that was.

("We didn't think you would," you're saying.)

(And also: "I mean, it's not like we come here for answers or anything.")

Anyway ... to reiterate, I have no idea what that was out there in Arrowhead Stadium last night. A Colts defense with parts falling off of it -- missing, among others, stud linebacker Darius Leonard -- slaps a pair of cuffs on Patrick Mahomes and the most explosive offense in football? Marlon Mack and his bum ankle run all over the Chiefs' D? In Arrowhead?

The hell was that?

Well ... it was either the Colts some crazy people still think will win the AFC South (hand in the air here), or, I don't know, the NFL just messing with us the way the NFL tends to do on occasion. No one saw this coming, and especially no one saw the final score coming, which was 19-13. You beat the previously unbeaten Chiefs, it's gonna be, like, 45-42, right?

Nineteen-to-thirteen sounds like an Ohio State-Michigan score from the days when Bo and Woody were running their tailbacks off-tackle eleventy-hundred times. It sounds like guys wearing leather hats wallowing around in the mud with other guys wearing leather hats while Red Grange occasionally breaks a long-gainer.

But this wasn't any of that.

No, this was Digital Age football, Voice Recognition/Eye Scan football, Mahomes and the Chiefs playing pinball with the scoreboard. They came into Sunday night averaging 33.7 points per game, but the Colts sacked Mahomes four times and held the Chiefs to 36 yards on the ground. Mack, meanwhile, gashed K.C.'s vulnerable run D for 132 yards on 29 carries, and Jacoby Brissette once again did nothing to get the Colts beat.

This a week after the Horsies let a Jon Gruden team walk into Lucas Oil and whip them, a sad effort that was far less about Gruden's Oakland Raiders than it was about the Colts. The Raiders put up 31 on the Colts in the Colts' own house. The Chiefs, a quantum better offensive team, managed only 13 against those same Colts in their own house. Go figure.

Here's what the Blob figures: The Colts are still a fairly young team, and fairly young teams do stuff like this. They are, by their very nature, inconsistent, prone to what-the-hell-was-that highs and really-what-the-hell-was-THAT? lows. And so this season figures to be a continual tug of war between Good Colts and Bad Colts.

We got Bad Colts last week. We got Good Colts this week. And next week, when the Texans come to Indy?

Hey. Flip a coin.