I actually grew up down the street from Sean Peyton. He was the most accomplished athlete to come out of my high school for a while, because he was the scab QB for the Bears during the strike in the early 80s.
I used to shovel snow for his mom when I was 10. She paid me something like $2/hour and never let me inside the house to warm up. She also insisted that I stayed and shoveled down to the driveway when it snowed all day, even if that meant shoveling the same stretch of driveway 5-6 times.
I would be out there for hours breaking my back and losing feeling in my fingers, and she would just stare at me through the window. It was the first time I ever got angry/frustrated with any boss of mine, and I still remember the exact feeling of cursing her under my breath while I watched the snow re-cover everything I had just shoveled for the fourth time.
I would be thrilled to 100% release all of my resentment towards the Peyton family if he coached the Cards. And if he somehow, someway was able to win a Super Bowl here, I would feel like all those days/nights of frustration and frostbite would be worth it.