Anyone can hang in the first half.
It’s how you play in the second half that matters.
Under Peyton Manning, it’s become a well-known story. The Broncos come out and see what the defense wants to do. They run, they pass, they do a little dance. They even score a few points.
In the second half, they release the Kraken.
Players, coaches, even little brothers—they all drown in the wake.
No Von Miller? No Champ Bailey?
No big deal.
We’ve been telling readers for weeks now that as Peyton Manning goes, so do the Broncos. We gesticulated the notion that with Wes Welker, the Broncos were going to score more, not fewer points. What we didn’t tell you was that Peyton Manning would be on pace for 112 touchdowns.
Okay, I’m getting a little carried away now, but you get the drift. Bring me a team that puts up 30 points a week, and we can have a discussion about the Broncos losing a game. Otherwise, John Fox is keeping his foot on the gas this time.
The final preseason game—little scheming, fewer names, and absolutely zero meaning.
To make matters worse, a lot of dudes wearing orange and blue tonight won’t have a job tomorrow. That’s a cold reality in a colder football world. It’s a little depressing, frankly—like an afterschool special without the moral lesson.
The good news is that Peyton Manning has been game planning to pluck the feathers out of the Ravens for two weeks.
So take a day and lament the Broncos who won’t have jobs tomorrow. Thank them for their service. Even wish some of them a path to the practice squad.
Then get ready for some big-boy football, the kind they play when the scores start to matter.
Hey, you want in on a little secret?
Come closer. No, closer. Close enough so you can’t feel the spittle from Dan Dierdorf’s lips.
That’s better. Okay, here it is: the Broncos have exactly zero takeaways over their past two games, yet they’ve given the ball away eight times.
If it wasn’t the preseason, and if Peyton Manning wasn’t a Golden God, I’d probably be worried.
So for now, let’s just keep this between the two of us.
This week, the US Government confirmed the existence of Area 51.
It means that weird stuff does happen, not just in the proximity of a Skip Bayless tweet.
Tonight, the Broncos saw just how absurd things can get: a kickoff returned against them for a touchdown, a fumble recovery returned the length of the field for a touchdown, and that doesn’t include the freak injuries to key players.
It got so odd, the Broncos should be happy aliens didn’t land on the fifty-yard line and take Von Miller captive for four weeks of testing.
For now, let’s just hope the Broncos get back to Denver, lick their wounds, get to the next game, and leave the strange probing to Roger Goodell.
I’ve been waiting an entire offseason to write this, but here goes:
Rahim Moore, you’re off the hook. In fact, you’re already victorious in my eyes.
How so? Given that none of us—the organization, the players, the fans—can change the results of last year’s playoff loss, my definition of victory evolved once preseason began.
And once I saw Rahim Moore take the field tonight and play (even just a few snaps) with the ferocity I’d hoped to see from him, I knew he’d already won.
The Broncos posted their first depth chart for the 2013 season on Sunday.
As usual, there are a few mild surprises, but nothing that really conflicts with what we've been hearing of players' performances thus far in camp.
Take a peek at the depth chart, and then we'll make a few observations:
Chill. Just chill the f#$k out.
Everyone is overreacting to the news that the Broncos could lose Von Miller for four games. Putting aside the moral judgments for a moment, let's look at this from a football perspective.
The Broncos won, on average, by 12 points last year.
The Denver Broncos have signed DB Quentin Jammer, formerly of the San Diego Chargers. While he's pretty exclusively played CB in his career, he seems to have slowed down a bit, and he struggled to turn and run with the faster outside receivers in the NFL.
Mike Florio (who knows nothing about the technical aspects of football) speculated that this might mean Champ Bailey is moving to safety. Well, that's silly, because Bailey runs a lot better than Jammer does, and always has. What this more likely means is that your boy TB finally got a matchup safety.
Doug is indisposed right now, watching the Mets beat up on those trifling-ass Yankees, but I'm sure he'll be along later to update this article with all kinds of newsy stuff. As for me, I'll be writing some deeper analytical thoughts on it later this evening, and sharing them tomorrow.
No, Chris Mortensen, Zac Dysert is not like John Elway. Let's just calm the hell down.
Zac Dysert is a seventh-round draft pick for a reason. Sure, the kid has a good arm and a quick release. Sure, he's mobile and throws well on the run. I'll even grant you that Dysert should have been drafted two or three rounds earlier. In fact, the Broncos got a lot of value right here.
But he's got a long way to go before he's reading pro defenses and playing from under center. Hell, he's still got to go through Brock Osweiler.