Still Keeping Score

It ended early on a Thursday night. All of the hopes and dreams of the Denver Broncos merely improving their place among other NFL teams compared to a season ago have been put away. The white flags are being flown at half-mast at Dove Valley. I haven't actually seen white flags at Broncos headquarters, but the team has certainly surrendered. With the trade of one of the last few members of the Super Bowl 50 champions, it's abundantly clear that Denver has given up on winning in 2019. After a modest two game winning streak and some aspects of the team coming together ahead of their clash with the division rival Kansas City Chiefs, the Broncos strangely folded like a house of cards before half-time. Or folded like a cheap suit. Or a lawn chair. Or folded like Joe Flacco holding on to the ball too long. Anyway, there was a lot of folding going on last Thursday night. I like Flacco. I think his reputation as a Super Bowl champ will always be a highlight as he helped his

I'm ancient enough to remember the glory days. The days of old Mile High, where the boot stomping on those creaky metal stands would make a rumble that literally rattled opposing teams on the field below. And the fear was probably because of the way the stadium moved at times, it looked like it could fall over. Ah, but the noise level was incredible. I probably have some as of yet undetected hearing damage from attending some of those classic games. In that era, quarterbacks would rotate in from afar with the occasional hopeful draft pick and the Broncos would compete the best they could. Charlie Johnson was the first of the old guys I remember, guys with a strong arm throwing from an invisible wheel chair. The barely mobile types like Steve DeBerg or Craig Morton, but they had some wisdom and a little zip on the ball. Old man Morton and a strong defense took the Broncos to their first Super Bowl. That first appearance on the big stage didn't go well, but the Bronco