“It’s so f#$king easy! It’s so easy!”
That’s how Julius Thomas described today’s game after his second touchdown.
But it really wasn’t. Don’t let the score fool you. The Jets had the ball and were one score away from tying the game with a minute left to play.
Lucky for the Broncos, the Jets were 95 yards away and Geno Smith was their quarterback.
Although the Cardinals have a good defense, they discovered one thing about playing the Denver Broncos.
Play man to man at your own risk.
Peyton Manning threw for the most yards in his career. Demaryius Thomas set a team single-game receiving record. And the Broncos nearly reached 600 yards in total offense.
This is what happens when you try and match talent with the Broncos. You find out what you knew all along.
You’re biting dust.
You’ll be tempted to look at the final score today and feel some sort of moral victory.
You’ll hear all the pundits next week. It will go something like this. The Broncos had to show they could hang with Seattle, they’ll say. And they did.
The Broncos never quit, they’ll say. They can build on this.
As Marcellus Wallace might say, that’s just pride f#$king with you.
It’s one thing to say you want to keep Peyton Manning off the field and control the clock.
It’s an entirely different thing to actually get it done.
Give the Chiefs credit. They barely gave the Broncos the ball in the second half, and they converted a ton of long third downs.
It got so bad, John Fox later joked his defense was operating as a “ball-control” defense.
If you only watched the first half of tonight’s game, you would have assumed the rest of the season was a waste of time.
Hand the Broncos the AFC.
If you’d only watched the second half, well, you would have assumed the same thing. The only difference?
You’d hand the Broncos a top-ten draft pick.
And that was pretty much the game. It remains to be seen just how great this Broncos team is, despite the lofty predictions and expectations.
Crazy, stupid season.
You know how on the internet when someone types in CAPS they are either:
Well, guess what? Wes Welker is all three. He emailed the Denver Post tonight to defend himself after a four-game suspension.
celebration of mocking Matt Prater's recent four-game suspension, we thought it might be interesting to look back at how it all began.
Maybe you'll recall the scene.
3 o'clock in the morning. August 2nd, 2011. Matt Prater and a 22-year old female employee of Shotgun Willie's are sitting in a Chevy Trailblazer in the parking lot of a local Hyatt.
One can only guess the topic of conversation.
Tonight in Denver, fall was in the air.
For the first time, it felt like football.
For the first time, I got antsy for the preseason to end.
Or maybe it was just the thought of Wes Welker headed to the locker room with a possible concussion.
As least Welker will have another week to heal. Otherwise, I’d say let’s skip Dallas and get right to the Colts.
It’s too bad the preseason means about as much as a political campaign ad. If things were different, the Broncos would be the hottest team in the NFL right now. In consecutive weeks, they’ve dispatched the Seahawks and 49ers, arguably the two toughest teams in the NFC.
Still, it’s okay to keep hope alive. The Broncos are going to be the frontrunners for awhile—at least until the playoffs.
And don’t forget, they’re still short veterans Chris Harris and Von Miller.
Who said politics can’t be fun?
As much fun as it was to watch the Broncos beat the Seahawks, it was hard to make much of this preseason game.
Lighting came. It saw. It kicked everyone’s ass.
By the time the rain delay was over, the starters barely had time to take some plays off.
What do we do with this game, one that doesn’t matter to anyone other than bloggers, cheerleaders, and small-college roster hopefuls?
We mock, that's what.