The Broncos have 9 lives, too
I don’t usually get excited about Monday Night Football even though my caregiver Lee tunes in, but tonight our Broncos are playing. To make it even more special, they are playing Tim’s team, the Chargers. Tim lived in San Diego at one time before coming to the Fruita Times and still follows them. Knowing this, Lee invites Tim over to watch the game with us. Tim shows up in his dumb looking Chargers gear all pumped up and already proclaiming a victory. He has this stupid grin on his face like they have already won and he is ready to rub it in Lee’s face. As always the gracious host, Lee offers Tim a cold beverage and puts out snacks to munch on during the game. I’d have given him crow to eat and dumped the drink in his lap. The game starts and the Chargers score first on a field goal. Tim turns to Lee and says,“I know one of the teams won’t be shut out.” I just wanted to smack him. San Diego gets the ball again and they take it in for a touchdown. Now Tim is hooting and hollering and acting like a pure jerk. You’d think they just won the Super Bowl the way he is carrying on.
The second quarter starts and bam, the Chargers intercept a Manning pass and take it all the way back for the score. Just like that, its 17-0 and I run into the kitchen so I don’t have to see Tim’s antics. I look around to see if Lee dropped any of those delicious snacks on the floor but no luck. I wait a few minutes for the noise to die down in the living room before I go back in. Just as I’m curling up in my bed that faces the TV, those darn Chargers score again. Now Tim is just sitting there laughing making obnoxious sounds. It is now halftime and the Chargers lead the Broncos, 24-0. Thank goodness Tim leaves the room and goes to the bathroom. If only I was a human for a few minutes, I’d bolt the door shut so he could never get out. He deserves to be locked in there the way he is acting. Lee is very quiet by now and I know she is sorry she invited him over to her house to watch the game. I’m sure this will be the last time I’ll ever have to share Lee’s living room with him. The second half starts and Tim is now predicting a 48-0 white wash of the Broncos by his Chargers. The question I have is, why we ever let this Charger-loving maniac into our town. There should be a law that protects us from blowhards. The second half begins and my Broncos score a touchdown. Tim just laughs it off and says he isn’t worried. The teams go back and forth and then San Diego fumbles and the Broncos take it in for another score to cut the lead to 24-14. Tim’s not laughing now. The fourth quarter starts and I’m starting to jump back on the band wagon. The next thing I know, the Broncos score again making it 24-21 and Tim is very quiet and starting to look like he isn’t feeling very well. I know Tim is nervous because he goes to the bathroom for the third time this half. Guess what happens next? Yep, the Broncos score once again taking the lead 28-24. Tim comes back into the living room and sees the score. I thought he was going to faint. His face is ash white. Lee asks him if he is feeling okay and he snaps back that he’s fine. Before it is all said and done, the Broncos score once more and the final is 35-24 in the biggest comeback in 667 Monday night games. Lee, being the classy lady she always is, doesn’t say a word about the game and simply asks Tim if he would like anything else before he goes home. This is where the big helping of crow I spoke of earlier should have happened but he just shakes his head and says he needs to go home because he had a big day tomorrow. What a sore loser.