Mike Shanahan was concerned. We were standing in a hallway at Broncos headquarters. We had just met. He was the emperor of the Broncos. I was the new sports columnist at the Colorado Springs Gazette. It was April 2003.
He thought I was replacing Kamon Simpson, the Broncos beat writer, and I was having a hard time explaining to him that I wasn’t replacing Kamon. He told me how much he enjoyed working with Kamon, what a great guy Kamon was.
This impressed me. It showed Shanahan’s attention to detail. It showed a human side of Shanahan that is often missed. He could seem a little clinical, a little soul-less.
Shanahan treated me well. He treated journalists fairly, if a little distantly. He answered every question, even the ones that ticked him off. He didn’t try to run from his many mistakes. He just made sure to bring up his many triumphs.
He was done in Denver. He had lost his mojo, lost his edge.
I have no doubt he can regain his magic in a fresh destination.
I’m just wondering what he’ll do with his 35,000 square foot home.