So the first of the Bronco’s preseason games starts Thursday with the Seahawks. I predict a thorough trouncing of the Broncos unless something major happened in the off season. That might just be the case since this summer when the Bronco’s went on a “Fan Appreciation Tour” none of the starters were present. Given their abysmal and I mean abysmal performance in the Super Bowl, I would have expected more appreciation. I guess we shouldn’t be surprised. I mean their play was half-assed, so why not their appreciation.
I’ve heard many theories as to why the Bronco’s lost the Super Bowl from poor coaching and quarterback decisions to outright throwing the game. After reviewing the game, however, what’s clear to me is that the Broncos showed up to play the Rose Bowl, and the Seahawks the Super Bowl. It was like watching a well-oiled professional football team play well intentioned college team. The Broncos were just out-gunned.
Pregame jitters from the first snap pretty much predicted what would happen during the rest of the game. Manning’s usual practice of speeding up play when he’s in trouble didn’t work since the Seahawks were already light years faster than his top speed. In reality he may have done better by slowing down the game, throwing the defense off their rhythm. Speeding up plays just made it easier to them to drive the Broncos deeper into the dirt.
In reality I’ve never really been a sports fan. I’m an avid cyclist, and I couldn’t even tell you who won the Tour de France this year. I participate in physical activity. I don’t watch it. However now that I’m married to a rabid Broncos fan, I have been paying more attention to the sport. I like spending time with my wife and since she would rather watch football than me riding a bicycle, I make due.
So Broncos, if you could do me a favor this year, and play better, that would be great! If for no other reason than I won’t have to nurse my wife back from an off-season depression that was enough to dim the lights of any room she entered. There were months when she would randomly scream obscenities, cursing the names of different players and their horrific performances. It was almost a week after the Super Bowl before I could even get her to eat a good meal.
Let’s be honest. You had a pretty good season last year. You played some good football against some challenging teams. You did pretty well. However, when it came down to that final game, that one game that really matters to both fan, and non-fan alike, you blew it. So let’s try to do better this year shall we? If for no other reason than I don’t want to spend next summer listening to my wife ranting about how poorly you did. Let’s show up to play football shall we? As one of your newest fans, I’m pretty confident in saying that we don’t want to watch anymore clownball.
Rex