I am not a football fan. I really don’t have anything against the Broncos and their bid for the Superbowl. I just don’t have anything for them. And the way this city has because uber obsessed with their hometown heroes, you’d think we’d just taken over the world.
Unfortunately, I am married to one of them. For a while now, we have had a family trip planned to the mountains for this weekend. The weekend of The Big Game. Jamie is losing sleep over it.
“So, do you think our room will have a TV?”
“Nope. One word: TiVo.”
Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind bailing on the whole trip because I’m sicker than ever but it’s the principle of the matter. Besides, I’d rather suffer in a beautiful mountain lodge than in a sea of blue and orange.
I complained to Jamie just how obnoxious I thought all the publicity had become: Bronco songs on the radio, countless ads and articles everywhere in the media. But the REAL topper came today on Page 6 in the paper. A page that should be dedicated to murder, drought and famine. You know. The good stuff. And the headline? Broncos Fans Could Get Fuzzy. http://www.rockymountainnews.com/drmn/local/article/0,1299,DRMN_15_4399137,00.html . This article actually had pictures of about 12 local celebrities with Jake Plummer’s beard photoshopped onto them. Including women.
What’s next? Fans bartering a free vasectomy for two Bronco’s tickets. Oh wait. Too late…..
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 