In honor of Rod Smith, I completely ignored the Texans and instead wrote a limerick in honor of one of the baddest dudes in Broncos history:
One day in a play came the Rod
on the field from the practice squad.
No Darrell the Green
could stop the orange sheen
of a mile-high, hustling god.
Feel free to take your own shot below. Go Broncos!
Peyton Manning said the Broncos are a work in progress.
Perhaps we should have believed him.
In Week 1, we all caught a case of Coltsahanta Virus--the feeling of invicibility that results from having Peyton Manning under center. Unfortunately, it's a virus that hasn't been communicable since 2009.
It would be easy to blame this loss on a group of replacement referees that blew call after call after call--they actually referred to the Falcons as "red" at one point during a penalty. The faster the league replaces the replacements, the better.
Yet, this loss is mostly Manning's piece of work. You can't spin the loss any other way. Despite a flurry of activity late in the fourth quarter, Manning floated several passes, turned the ball over three times in the first quarter, and often checked into poor audibles.
Get back to work, Peyton. I believe you now.
Matt Ryan never loses at home--so we're told. That doesn't mean he avoids getting limericked.
We have Matty Ice at his home.
He can only play in that dome.
He’s in for a shock
when Champ picks the rock
and flashes tonight like he’s chrome.
Give it your best shot, Broncos fans!
Two roads diverged in a wood.
I took the one Tracy Porter traveled by.
And that made things completely awesome.
There was this other guy named Peyton Manning, of course.
He got his 400th (and 401st) career touchdown pass as a Denver Bronco. He also took a no-huddle chainsaw to the forest of Steelers defenders and cut his own path.
The deafening sound you heard wasn't the chainsaw, though. It was the sound of 76,823 maniacs screaming their team to victory.
We can move on to more important things--like destroying the Pittsburgh Steelers.
Before we do, though, let's take some time (just a little) to comment on tonight's game.
Thirty thoughts. No categories. Let's get freaky dirty.
The Broncos won't win all their games this year.
But they'll be in every game.
This afternoon, the Broncos showed their starters can dominate anyone. The 49ers--already crowned the kings of the NFC by the national media, as they kiss the ring of Jim Harbaugh--could barely move the ball against the Broncos' first-string defense. And Peyton Manning and Co.? They only shredded the 49ers starters like they were straight out of the Oakland Raiders' prison league.
It's the depth that scares the hell out of me.
The Broncos are only deep at a few positions. Unfortunately, I can't remember what they are right now. Let's just hope the the starters can make it through sixteen games and go about our business for now.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
It was a great first half, it was a second half I can't remember.
Week 2 of the preseason is officially in the can. And what have we learned?
Depth could be an issue with the Broncos in 2012. Injuries have already taken their toll.
It seems it's the scoreboard's turn now.
Don't tell me how passionate you are; don't tell me how orange and blue your blood is; don't show me your faded tattoo. You want to prove once and for all you're a Broncos fan? Put out your damn eye and prove you're a real fan. Like this guy who loves the Chiefs:
You never know when the muse is going to strike. It could be at the strip club. It might be at a staff meeting. Or perhaps you're in church tuning out a sermon on the Book of Job while considering the suffering of Nickelback fans. The point is this: you never ever know.
Enter Tim Tebow's 25th Birthday.
If shirtless the Teebs would just praise--
a hero to Christians and gays.
No good is his pass;
it falls to the grass
but zombies demand that he stays.
Feel free to take your shot. Give Teebs some media attention since he (and his blood-sucking brother) don't seek it; he only goes shirtless when it's raining--you know, because no one wants to run in the rain with clothing.